For Derya

This poem was written to belly dancing music
and inspired by an enchanting smile.

To a woman who is the definition of "graceful under pressure"-

You are a field of flowers
multicolored and intricate
dewdrops rolling down your spine
and the beautiful people who flock into your life
are merely gracious visitors
sipping on the nectar of your delight and your charm

This is for the woman who taught me it is possible to be the light in someone's day whenever you see them:
You were and are such a light in mine.

You are moonlight;
dazzling.

softening the flaws of those who look upon you
and encouraging them to chase their dreams just a little bit harder-
possibilities seem more fluid here.

for any room you enter, you are The Woman
of stories
with variations;
"Mommy, did you see that gorgeous Woman? She's who I'd like to be when I grow up."
"I was struck by the demeanor of this Woman in a coffee shop today. Something about her just won't get out of my head."
"I met the most interesting Woman today...."

You are waterfalls,
entrancing
and
powerful

You are sandstorms,
reshaping and reforming
erosion and creation-
just short of a paradox

You are the poem that is created
when the author promised she would not make these personal
but found that This Woman was in fact,
irresistible
as a muse.