the girl with the golden brain

whose thoughts created a world where little boys could build robots with their words,

and who as babies could run at light speed through an afternoon of sunshine, and see through the pith to the core of each creatures' heart.

her brushes painted doors into different dimensions where hidden truths were laid bare, and danced all day on a deep blue see.

and where everyday was a climbing up an altar to lay down on it her rights to her own story, and where the Truth she served set her rights on fire and turned them into songs, which he sang back to her until the wee hours of the next day's morning.