Sometimes I forget her name,
but I go twice as far as I have to,
to see her, to compliment this month's hairstyle.
She reminds me of Jada.
Just a lighter shade
with a volunteer state of mind.
She's Artistic and smiled when I asked
if it was more fun being blonde.
Today it was long braids
and shaved close on the sides.
I'll say a little more each time
until she's a lover or friend.
Even if she remains a muse.
She is sunrise for my icy blues.
And stirs the soul of a dreamer.
She is music.