The campfire threw up silken tendrils
Of icy hot sparks, framed against
The distant glow of a full-moon-lit lake.
I looked up from the fire to see
Your ebullient figure stop, get caught
In the glow of stage light flames--
And the image of you there, then,
Sealed itself inside the photo album of memories
I have kept of you since your birth.
For the briefest of moments, you stopped.
And your glance came to rest
On something over your left shoulder.
A grin of sheer intent mischiefed across your face;
Your eyes ignited with brilliant energy
And the glee of worldly innocence.
My fancy saw the goddess within you,
Impatient at your three-year-old body.