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.