With a light that makes the atmosphere shimmer
She is radiant, like a divinely wrought star
Her smile is wide and her eyes glimmer
Where has she been, has she wandered far?
Like a balloon being lifted to heaven
My spirit is buoyed by her presence
Her magick is wild like a heathen
I fear her becoming evanescent
Towards the wild, unchartered tracks
She goes, with divinest glide
Going with nothing but her sack
In to the world she slides
Named after the beauty of a continent
My words can't convey it, they are impotent