She’d seem lost,
Dazed —
Lost in a thought process,
Or maybe a throughofare
Of dreams
Simply zoned out

She’s a beautiful soul,
A thing of dreams
Fabulously innocent
Cute as a kitten
Friendly neighbourhood girl

Muse for candids
And floss candy
With a soul for wandering
Curiosity didn’t kill this cat
An expressive monotone

Tonight I’d thank — her
For being there
Being a part of my gypsy thirst
To spilled coffee
And plans made on whims

To my whimsical friend
Crazy kindered soul
Thank you