she is a triple-lit torch

alight with goodness, knowledge

     and the thrill of living

her eyes smile in a way her lips can't match

(though they come close)

she uses her senses not to be 'in tune' with her surroundings,

but to gorge herself on them

she exists not in such things as days, hours, or weeks,

but in a series of moments,

     each one a piece of temporal candy

for all who interact with her, this state is infectious

and time spent with her is merely a glimpse of something

     something which cannot be defined, confined, explained

or contained

(c) 2003 Jordan Baugher