She sleeps in peace, a cricket's song
shivers on her reedy lips,
egrets prance on her fingertips,
dragonflies dance at her eyes.
She wakes at dawn to catch
first sun upon her smile,
stretches her embrace a mile...
Is it enough to say rainbows and birds,
or satin falls of water,
or glades of tall hibiscus?
She has a more beautiful thing to say
by pushing flowers from the way
of footsteps baked in gingerbread.
She has good reason to relinquish treasures
for purer, silver passions, gemstone care,
million-dollar wind in hair,
and footsteps like her own sweet singing
past daffodils as ornaments,
in carmel-apple bliss, and gilded raiment.