She was like
smoke:
Interesting to look
at.
Moving
so intricately in her dance,
she
entranced all those who watched.
She
encapsulated the depth of a soul.
She was
the personification of darkness,
and the
bringer of light to destroy it.
She
flowed so freely like the wind.
Nothing
could hold her to this world.
Touching
her was useless.
She fell
right through any fingers reaching for her.
I
remember finding that odd,
as she
had touched every heart to
come in
contact with her.
I once
asked her why she had to go.
her
response was a whisper in my ear
and
laughter like bells.
I never
got a response.
I
suppose she had other places to be.
She was
always transforming,
changing,
flowing,
running.
She
never stayed in one place for long-
always
choosing to follow the beauty
that
intrigued her,
and
never noticing that she, herself,
held
that same beauty.
But then
again,
She was
like smoke.
