Freed Spirits

Oh her soul is on fire

But she does not know

Her red hair, a vision of fight

With rings on her fingers

On her toes, her nose

And in her hair too

She sways with the drum beats as her skin greets the rain

Eyes closed, envisioning the most beautiful sky

Eyes open, wide and deep blue

Freckles so perfect, Da Vinci painted them there

A smile that greets strangers as family

And a heart so open she never wonders when it will close

She is the beauty the world never ceases to find

She is the love the sun begs to touch

She is the power the moon aches to hold

And she is the person she doesn’t know she can’t wait to meet