When its dark her words

spark a flame to give me sight.

When life is high,

she rides the clouds beside me.

And when I sail

into the wild oblivion

She is my anchor

when I drift away.

She reads beyond

my shielding masks.

And has knowledge

of myself I seldom have.

With passers-by

that sway with breezing time.

She is one of few

I won’t allow to stray.

For my life is filled

with shadows of faces,

with people who

fade into a memory.

Yet friends, they live within,

they reflect in mirror and self.

So forever I will be,

what she is to me.

Melissa Mercado Kama © 2009