Her heart, like a river in morning,
Is full with life, a liquid heat,
Branching, her hair, like a delta of gold,
Interlaced, opens to an ocean of sky,
Falling over her shoulders in the wind.
Her face softens in clear air,
And the gold of another time,
A time before descent and loss,
Lives in the light of her eyes.
She is still young in memory,
And is translucent as gemstone
Not yet taken from the earth.