Valley of Kindness and Mischief, an ode
(I)
To the child of mystery
The princess of urban inns
To a be-spectacled imp
The keeper of songs and mischief
To the kind seeker of utopia
With a bag full of vivid tales
To a precocious reader
With memories predating her time
To the wingless wanderer
The elusive specter of today
(II)
To a sweet tormentor
The sweeper of sorrows
To a gust of cold breeze
That calms the garish sun
To the dweller of silence
The sorceress of nowhere near
To an unexpected companion
The mistress of prim and gore
To a gift of kindness and faith
The wings of this dauntless chimera
(III)
To a persistent candle in the dark
The Chiron of fledging dreams
To the muse of words and phrase
With a reputation that precedes her
To the guru of unconventional wisdom
The phoenix of chalk dust and of cyberspace
To a constant huntress of understanding
Who goes on her worn- out jeans
To a heart taught by pain and longing
The silly girl, the unfinished ode
(IV)
To a light-footed traveler
The Sacajawea of uneven streets
To the enduring friend
Who stayed ‘til almost dawn
To a noteworthy acquaintance
The giver of a second chance
To the self-made vegetarian
Who sometimes feasts on blood
To the dreamer in me searching for a home
In the valley of kindness and mischief
Thank you, Lutak Boy! (",)
Thank you, Lutak Boy! (",)
