I see a small face with eyes of fire, burning brighter
Than the candles she lights in the heart and minds
Of others, which open like flowers beneath her constant
Gaze. Hair always changing, framing a delicate face
Hands quick and strong, ready to help, or illuminate
A particular point she wishes to make, decorated with silver
Rings and friendship bracelets. Tokens made and given.
Her Indian skirt floats, maroon coloured and light.
Her trademark dancing about the backdrop of mountains
Slim tanned ankles slipped, desocked, even in the depths
Of winter, into black pumps or jangling dangling boots
Giving of herself in all manner of everyday situations
Never turning her narrow slim shoulder on humanity
In silent moments, reflecting in a dance of sunlight, her soul
Smiles at our world, full of quiet understanding, and a laughter
Which emanates and walks for a time amongst us all
A vision of beauty and stength I see if I close my eyes.