Her eyes are a pale abyss wherein one falls and does not fear the falling.
Her hair is as white wheat rippling under the full moon on a dark island -
It graces freedom and elegance.
Her voice is a midnight song that heralds the twilight of time's lifespans,
And her smile takes the breath away yet bestows a heartbeat in the ears.
Her silhouette is as a willow that bends and shatters the strongest of winds -
She is resilient and graceful.
One cannot know what she experiences and endures in all that is thrown about,
But strength and wisdom is gained amidst the chaos that brings darkest of shadows.
She leaves her words as songs
Weaved into the storms for the lost and lonely sailors.
