This always-ardent aficionado of the subtle Faith of fantasy,
Assailed daily by ever-beseeching broodiness and other human urges,
Bathes in spring colours, such as chartreuse and sky-blue,
Consistently displeased with the steady lack of any tangible result.
Egocentric in her constant certainty, she becomes a very fine
Fabricator of hopes, weaver of personal dreams, and a Believer,
Thriving even on the very smallest generality and rushing headlong
- Headstrong as always - into each portentous moment, risking her mind,
Caring not whether they're tiny, infrequent, or insignificant, but only
About her progression from apprentice's position to that of journeyman.