Myra

she has a heart made of gold

a spirit whose stories are always being told

dependent on the extraordinary

different from what is customary

she feels emotion stronger than the rest of us

whose love reaches the most undeserving of us

her eyes hold riches the world has ever seen

her power strong, just like a mighty queen

and her laughter, a medicine to the soul

her smile is contagious, something you want hold

her soft beauty with the way of her dance

makes the entire world stop to watch and see her unfold

if you ever try to catch her, ever try to tame her

it will all be in vain,

because there is no shaking

someone who dances in the rain

all her peacemaking

her voice heartbreaking

if you tell her you think your breaking

she’ll hold all your pieces together

and won’t let the blood spill

she’ll pick you up

up off the floor

and hold you until all the pain is nothing but lore for another story

her unique mind isn’t even in question

she moves with her own destination

her own path

her own distinctive perspective of all her eyes lay upon

you see a damaged heart

she sees a new light about to dawn

you see an old worn out path to have a stroll

myra sees the mystic path that leads to the castle of lovely souls

but one thing she must know

no matter how much she is there to catch us,

there are people there to catch her

because there is something special about myra

maybe it’s the light in her eye

or the glowing of her entire being

or no matter what,

she sees

but whatever it is that makes myra the person that makes you have a sudden need to live life to the fullest and be there by her side,

it’s probably because her heart is made of gold.

pure

untouchable

gold.