(one I wrote a while ago) Tesa takes flight, no time to tarry An artist song she serenades Not with voice, but by flutter Wings whistle, watercolor cascades Around the painting, blessings she bequeaths Delineating colors, running free By splashes of rain droplets from her eyes Hues battle for territory From a tiny bag of glitter, she sprinkles salt to texturize, with a lilting laugh, out forms a rainbow pallet, crystallized a brush of ultramarine blue she spins the color wheel to blend soft wash of Indian yellow a dance of magenta and alizarin Dashing across the paper Iridescent her gown flows She settled, a dew upon a petal To dry with a kiss she blows Tesa only appears at twilight Elfish ears and dreamy eyes To transform the artist efforts The morning brings her sweet surprise