In the center of the cyclone was Ann
A troubled angel
With wings that could reach to the heavens
Or dive into the caverns of the deepest human darkness
Who saw truth in fragments of stars
And could piece the heavens together
Or pull them apart, slowly at will
Like a kitten with a string tied around its tail
Chasing endlessly in circles after freedom
All the while knowing that if the game were to end
The fun would be over
A life that reflected all the poetry and pain
Of human existence
You tried to make sense of it all
In your own language
With symbols that were often strange to us
On a journey through levels of the soul
That must be experienced alone
Woman of endless heart
Womb as vast as the ocean
Thank you for bringing me into the world
For bandaging my knees and my dreams
For your spirit and your fire
I will not forget…

Goodbye old friend
Until we dance again…