Ayprul Tenth

Dear Casey,
Today is your birthday, a self-proposed universal holiday, where overindulgence on cheddar-bay biscuits is mandate.

Here is your birthday poem:

Casey Wrapped-in-sparks,

driven by the will of the wisp

and the far-flung logic of a dream - 
perhaps she's figured it out.

Perhaps joy can be bottled and the girl's found a way to keep it down.

From my angle, see,

the wild of her smile sprints faster than the sun kissing the horizon goodbye.
You can’t tame that
Dancing on danger, that
Landing on light, that
Flying for fear of not living hard enough.
She's guided by something more

and the gleam of that true heart–
corralling the unbridled
housing the uncontained,
answering the questions you never knew how to ask.

A gleam, Ms. Wrapped-in-sparks, that fires the furnaces of the candle of youth.

For all our sakes, keep it lit.

May this day be as bright as you, dear sister.

Much Love,
Austin