my friend

she is, a wild rose
her perfume is an aquired taste
don't assume that you know her
for she doesn't reveal all that
she is,
only to the few..
and you don't get there
by accident nor chance..
she is all that is grace
in a tired world,
where meaning has no place
any more. ..
she doesn't suffer fools
they idle in huge groups
not being able to work her out,
in their small mindedness,
they need to wear a parachute
for the cliff is very high
that she will launch them from
my friend, the wingwalker
wouldn't change anything
about her..