Tink

Old soul glimmers through sparkling young eyes
She skips down the halls of darkness, a free-range photon in denim
Paint and light and cigarette smoke
Helper, learner, friend
Burning, grumbling, "damn these CD's!"
A giggle in the night, laughter from the ceiling
Swinging pendulum of feline grace yet unfound
Your journey's just begun

Adios, mi amiga. Vaya con Dios.