Stars in the sky are mirrored on the waters below that float a single solitary boat. Mountains transposed hold up two sides of the page. I do not lay adrift on a canoe sailing into an abyss. I am no Ophelia from Othello.  Flowers adorn my hair and are as beautiful as the thoughts that are dripping from my temple where curls fall as natural as gravity. I am nowhere in sight unless you see the light that illuminates my being. Are you open to a new way of seeing?  I am like the trees on the earth, more plentiful than the stars that line the milky way even though you can’t see me. I am a magnet and my light is being led to the sunshine in the distance. We two are one in the same.