I feel her like lightning in my bones

For a friend

She is the coastline

A wonderful orchestra of high tide symphonies

Oh she is not one mountain, but three

Standing together miles through the atmosphere

Her breath, the peaceful babble of the creeks

The peaceful music of unexplored woods

She is the ice

Strong but vulnerable

Her heart, a thousand lions

Forgive me, lionesses

All roaring to her other half

The stars, the night sky herself

They would make glorious, silent music in staring at each other

Her mind is the bottom of a deep pond

Overgrown, a mess of memories and moments all mixed into one

She is a flower curled up like a fist protesting death

And I am proud

Author's Note

Don't hold back. The person this was intended for enjoyed it, so that's all that matters to me.