If you saw me, you would see:

I walk lithe and free, proud to be what I am.

Youthful, aged, eternal,

I wear pinstriped suits with a vest and tie,

Always with a fedora and oxford boots.

I don glittering gowns with outrageous heels,

Always with extreme impeccable make-up.

I scare wrinkled old men who brandish bibles

But charm their wide-eyed open-hearted children.

The troubled seek me, for they know

I will call them by their true names,

Drape them in rainbows, and let them dance.

I walk down your streets , as you shut your eyes in horror

At the colorful flags and the joyful laughter

That trail in my wake to make festive the road.

When I glance your way, you know that I see you.

This is what scares you the most.

The past reaches out with mudded hands

A potter that continues to shape my day

Shifting my moods as malleable as clay

Just hearing a song transforms

Voices recall that giddy excitement

I feel again your touch on my face

The stone you brought me from your tour

We held it between us that night

The warmth we drew to ease its sea-deep coolness

Lingers still, and our laughter shines around it.