If I Close My Eyes

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.