She spreads wide her wings as if to never let go and cover every being inside her sight with the light beamed fabrication of her glory. Those beings are free to wander or stay; to do whatever their hearts may lead them into, or maybe, out of. She is the breath betwixt them all, the musical atmosphere filling all the in between spaces and hideaway niches they may be aware of or even spaciously create in an effort to prepare themselves to win the race between parting and goodbye. She promises to hold them, keep them, securely tie then together no matter how much of the world they may span, and it is she who is the gasping ocean deep pain, the one who suddenly happens upon those who live and makes them realize just how much they truly do. She is the one who, in her majestic comprehensive beauty, sings a song of startling reality as soon as an intaked breath shoots out to curl into the atmosphere, creating a space for goodbye, for a silent heart gutted cry, for the quick looks and heavy sighs as one searches for a reason to leave quickly and linger naught in hopes that the inside screams don’t become outward oceans of salt body tsunamis coursing down skin, tracing and blurring the very eyes that want to take in faces… Some for the very last time, though we cannot predict those spaces. And she is there, in all of her deep faceted beauty that lends both joy and peace, pain and movement. The deeper one knows her, the more one rejoices in her, though she may one minute cause shouts of joy and another, a shock of distance felt.