For Stevie
Eyes of innocence, blind to age,
the woman-child sees her life through a crystal ball.
She floats through the night like a cloud on the wind
and shines as the flame touches down on her page
where she writes of the wind and what moves her.
She is a child, she is a woman
and she dances in the moonlight by the silver water's edge.
Dressed in white with ribbons flowing,
she is dancing, flying, floating,
as the candle's wind is blowing,
she is free.
And her spirit moves on the wings of the dove
heading homeward.
She is born of fire
and in her dreams,
she hears voices of the angels
who leave gifts for her to find.
Her gentle sleep weaves magic secrets
and visions leave their golden traces on her page.
But still she sings alone
of timeless romance she has never known.
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