Blythe

Her soul was heavier than 2 tons of feathers

Her heart could massage her mind to pieces

Her eyes shine with sunny wisdom

Her beauty can make a black night mourn

She paints her world in murky rainbows

Tainted souly by her need to fly underwater

Like a fish in the clouds, she tries to be all she’s not

While weaving wings for those who take, she asks for nothing

She would give your Perrier as she sifts mud for water

In her dry aching throat, she says I love you

She carries past and future in the present, never stopping or breaking stride

She is a gift, precious treasure, her joy is one with the divine

She’d crack a diamond if let her, but all she wants is to make you smile

Hold her softly

Whisper closely

A love like hers can never die