There were sparkles in her hair
and a twinkle in her eyes.
Still there was something deeper
something yet to realize.
The light that she brought forward
was burning like the sun.
The colours flowing through her hair
would like a river run.

Run and roll o'er rocky mountains
on a route to mend the heart
Leafing through the crumbling pages,
the maps of life, all torn apart.

She laid it out before him,
like a picnic on a mat.
Then she lay beside him
purring like a Persian cat.
Still there was something deeper
something yet to realize.
The light that she brought forward
forever burning in her eyes.