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7 April 2013
April 7 : Ode To A Girl (I Love)
Her long brown curls dance around her laughing face.
She smiles, and I see
the whole world in her eyes.
Her eyes hold the stars themselves.
Shining. Full. Complete. The world.
Stardusted and rainbowsprinkled,
a suncoloured world if there ever was one.
She's beautiful in a million ways -
but the most beautiful (more beautiful
than her smile, than her wrinkly hands,
more beautiful than her eyes with the stars)
is her mind. The most beautiful is her joy.
And she knows not how she spreads
life (and love, too, and joy), and she lives.
She's sad sometimes, low, but she doesn't know
- doesn't know how the light within her (the
light, shining with the power of a thousand stars,
- all tucked up in her eyes, of course), how the
light within her is bright, too bright
to be dimmed by a day (or a year
or a lifetime, or more).
We shall live a lifetime (or
so I hope) of happy walks
through purple sunsets, with chilly
breezes on long sandy beaches, and
mountain streams bubbling along
through mossy rocks and caverns
(and we shall bubble along, I hope,
our own mossy paths and turns).
And we will (I know) look to the sky
and keep the sun for ourselves - we
will float along in the clouds, higher
than everyone else. We will
(we will always) go back to being happy,
for the world (and today, and tomorrow)
is too beautiful not to be (forever, happy).
And I hope I can tell her someday
(through long winding grassy paths
of forevers and sunsmiles) how she
helped me along (silly me, little me)
and reminded me (just now it's been
so little, the time, but it will be, someday
a long time since I met her, and then)
that the important things in life are always
(always always) the little ones, that
being alone is better than being unhappy,
that the sky and the trees will love us still
(children of the rainbows that we are)
when all else (all else) fails us.
And I hope someday (far into the future,
perhaps, hopefully only, when we're old and
cuddle with cats and flower-patterned blankets)
if she's ever down so low she can't
pick herself up, I hope I can remind her too.
Someday.
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