She is there in the calm.

I wish you could meet her.

A location that never stays in one place for very long.

Somewhere separate from excitement and misery.

Often locked away in a dream.

But if you look carefully and asked politely, might be borrowed for a time.

***

She is so beautiful.

Uniquely and perfectly her.

Born of hope and curiosity.

Dressed in the strange thread of subconscious.

The outside world might change but somehow she never does.

Weakness was never her fate.

***

Though the storm moves overhead,

I know she waits eternally.

The one I aspire to be.

Like a glove slipped on for comfort.

Warmth that is entirely my own.

Oh, how I wish you could meet her.