Another bio-poem I did for a friend... don't flame me too hard?
If music be food of life, she be the wine:
A faery of moon-milk and flickering flame,
Captured by heartbeat but never by name,
The laughter at midnight that ices the spine.
A silvershot nymphet of luminous light,
Dances carefree on frost-written stone,
Blessed by starshine, power alone --
Creating the universe out of the night.
Fleet-footed creature, courting the shade
Dark within darkness under veil of the trees,
Tempers life's flame by the kiss of the breeze
And grins at the crystalline world she has made.