Long ago I went to a party at the Cassels house in the trees. I went with a friend, I was unfamiliar and ment to see and not be seen. Prose saw me though, the man who'd planned on not being seen piqued a curiosity. She saw through my protective mirror I showed the world. I found with her there seemed a thinness of the veil. She challenged my entire being, and knew when I held back. She asked me to truly live, in return I became a more genuine person. With my new found gifts to inspire others I've continued to follow my dreams.
She came into this world of iron to leave it a world of gold. Surely the charge is left incomplete, but she brought the paint and the brushes, We can still continue the work and better ourselves and with boldness call out the greatness in others. With honor and respect we can let our voices ring out, our bodies dance, and our fears be seen as the shadows they are.
She'll be missed and loved and not forgotten.