"Another Year"

A woman of true beauty and elegance

Her every movement reminds me of a graceful swan.

A never ending song. A Shakespearean drama.

Probably the reason why the word "beauty" was even created.

In my dreams, I held her hand and laughed with her.

In my dreams, I told her bizarre things and she will smile.

In my dreams. Yes in my dreams. Only in my dreams.

She is the bright moon that I dream to set foot on.
The butterfly that kiss the flowers all over the world

but never one's will land on my shoulder.

Just how goddesses should be.

Could be seen and heard by mortals, sadly, forever out of reach.

She and I could stand in the same Parthenon.
Still, she will be in another realm, another world.
And I will be standing still watching the modern day mirror on the wall, the one that shows her face, the fairest of them all.
Another number is added to her years.

Another white streak to her soft curled hair.
And perhaps another mark of the crows feet on the side of her eyes.

It could also mean,
Another year lovelier.

Another addition to experience and warm kindness.
Another year to share what she has.
Another to brighten the world with her smile.
As for me, this is another year closer to the faithful, surreal day, that I would stand face to face with the beautiful angel.

Today I raise my glass in celebration to the birthday of one selfless, whose heart is as big and warm as the sun.
To Miss Boots Anson Roa.!