R~, a name so vibrant,
Teeming with endless vitality,
She was named to flow through the ripples of the stream.
Lacing within the folds of clear liquid,
Weaving through the movement,
Breathing in, out.
Unconstrained, forever free, traveling with currents.
Spilling, gushing out from the motion,
Rising above to disappear,
Breathing in, out.
Formulating in little crystal droplets,
Swirling into cotton candy in the sky.
Transforming into birds, fish, happy things.
Breathing in, out.
Shapes churning into sudden wisps of thick gray,
Consuming brightness, leaving darkness.
Deafening booms of anger, bursting streaks of blinding white.
Pouring from the sky, endless invisible beads,
Heavy, weighing the petals of flowers down,
Collecting in pools of reflection.
The soft pitter-patter, a lullaby to the ear,
Falling once again upon the stream,
Merging with the currents of energy,
then slowing to a calm,
Breathing in, out.
Oh so vibrant,
Teeming with endless vitality,
Flowing through the ripples of the stream.
A poem for a friend.