Mélisande

She’s a willow tree by a pond in a garden, and she’s human, with blue eyes and golden hair. She inhabits the garden gently like moss, not like sparrows or crows, which come and go. When she leans over the pond and kisses the light her arms are like wings, her hair like rain. If you weren’t looking, you wouldn’t see her, but seeing her is like having your prayers answered. She becomes an agent of your joy and you don’t care how miserable she is.