She had the sunset in her hand
and taught birds the dream of flight
and painted the patterns on every butterfly
and made the sounds of every hummingbirds wings
The scent of rain danced within
the dark strands of her hair
and lighting and thunder were
the echos left behind from her dreams
She was the grace of the birth of autumns leaves
And the beauty of the fading death of spring
She held the magic of summer in the fairytale
you can only find while being lost
under the gaze of her deep stare
And her heart was made from the secret fires
of winter that kept bones and coco warm
but never harmed the falling snow
She was the song that beat in your heart
before your lungs took their first breath
And she will be the last kiss pressed against your lips
as your life exhales its last
She is the single infinite thread laced and stitched
through ever falling star and flickering flame
and bloods pulse and soaring wing and lost feather
and broken soul and sorrowful heart
that connects one and all to love