She wakes up so early it's still starry out, so starlight's in her eyes and dew drops cling to her hair like blades of grass as the golden dawn traces her silhouette. She stays us so late the moon know her shadow. She is mysterious as mist on the forest floor to the point that not even she knows all her secrets. She has dark and deep crevices. She chatters like the rapid bursting of bubbles but her soul is silent. Nothing compares to her. She is a shimmering tapestry I'd like to unravel.

A Free Verse Poem from the point of view of one of my male characters in a story I'm writing describing this character. I created her and I fell in love with the character I'd created they way you fall in love with a best friend and your friendship. She is fiction and impossible but she is precious and she is mine. I figured I'd share her quiet beauty with you. Please comment.