A poem for my friend Kyra.

hey..

yesterday my friend kyra and i were chatting.. about life and love and things in general.. i love my girl kyra.. she is probably the most creative person I know. She always is journalling, reading and being the most up to date on music and the art world... I always leave her space more inspired and motivated to do my own thing.. I sometimes feel a bit guilty that I somehow copy her ideas.. but really her inspiration filters onto me...

So i wrote a poem about her.. for her.. and she suggested I share it.. So I think I will. If you know her.. cool, maybe you'll see what I see.. if not.. just know that she's a beautiful, creative, and fiery woman with LONG blonde hair.. that I am proud to stand by and call her my best friend.

From the Serengeti she arrived
Barebacked and frolicking
in the sporadic wildflowers that seem to
mysteriously Appear..
purple and full of life
Reminding us of the beauty found in the
Strangest of places.
Billions of stones in little fractions under Her feet
take shape..
Gladly reminding us Of her presence...
Wild and untamed this girl is
Shown to us by flocks of tendrils
in masse
flying in the direction of the sun...
while her exquisite complexity
is revealed as a gift if you are quiet
and still enough to see thru the veil,
the mirage of this world.
So clear to me.
this Serengeti girl
taught to survive on pure wit and strength of will brought on by seasons
of running with the lions.
While I am sure you see her fierceness as a testament to her position in the pack...
you miss the infinity of moments where her gentleness would
and does bring definition.. and clarity to her person.
Look closer.
And stare.. cause just like the wind uses the mountains Of sand as it's clock..
Telling time.
Her beauty is revealed as she explores.
This desolate and solemn world..
I can see her..
Can you?

Hope you all like it.. let me know what you think.. if you feel like it.

Ancora Imparo "I am still learning" in Latin
Kerilyn