Beloved

In turbulent waters 

He gave forth a daughter

To calm the seas

A beacon of hope 

A banner of peace

She is poetry in motion

A lick of fire

A drop of ocean

Always fearful, but never a coward

Always tearful, but never tired

She is love in spite 

She is vision, inspired 

She is wisdom quite

And rhythm quiet

I heard it said He spun His breath 

Upon her head

I heard it asked, 

why are you looking for the living amongst the dead? 

Long had she abandoned 

her tomb of misery and dread

There she goes, in a plume of gold and red. 

An ever-burning flame

Flickering, never the same... 

Happy Birthday, my sister ❤️