She wraps the tips
Of her curls
Around her little fingers
The blonde strands
Flicker in the sunlight
Splitting the air
Through space and time
A perfect circle of being
She was born with
A strong spirit
Knew how to the play
The game
Solve puzzles
Have adventures
Come to a stage of rest
A place where words
Are the key
My scars glow
Milky white
In the faint light of the moon
A mark of my adventures
A sign of life
Which bonds us together
She has scars
That cannot be seen
But they are in her movements
Perhaps twisting her hair
Never being still
Is her wound
I look at her face
It glows
Perhaps in our world
We are happy
Content
Like the curls falling from
Her brow
We move along
Like a wave coming into the shore.
