This was not a poem, but part of an IM conversation I had with a friend close to eight years ago. Today, she turned 40 and it made me think of this.
If you were a place,
It would live by gentle seas
Deep blue sky, with purple hues
A hot southern breeze
Hints of exotic fragrances would fill the air
Like lemongrass or lavender
You would turn, smiling,
There would be a great flash of light to fill the sky
All of your footsteps would leave sparkles of light,
And the world would smell sweeter,
Seem brighter, as you neared.