Different





She dreams in gold where others see gray.

Loyal and quirky and calm and crazy.

She keeps my fears -and dreams- at bay

And the lines between truth and illusion, hazy.

She's always imagining, dreaming, devising

Her thoughts fly at the speed of light.

Where one thought ends, there's another arising;

A different one taking its flight.

She speaks like she's singing, words changing their tone

Soaring and spiraling to fit.

They're lyric and ringing and sometimes unknown

Always with a touch of her wit.

And the thing that awes me the most of her ways...

She dreams in gold where others see gray.