elisa

The heavens hold a smile for you
one of millions
an army steady, ready to explore the core of your existance

And by what means you hold the moon at your fingertips
reflecting the sun in its imperfection the beauty
of that smile you raidate

Piercing eyes gaze constellations
far beyond the gravity of your grammar
And yet we watch as your presence
lights the dark valley
and the stars follow you like
a golden lace of silk

Behind every eclipse,
the talent
the beauty
the name

Thank you for being you

-For a good friend who has given us much beauty through the years-