Whimsy

Call me Whimsy [pronounced 'hwim-zee']

She stands still, barely there, she would be perfect on a table or a shelf, if you would dare!

Having turned to the spirt world shortly after dark, her spirit stepped into a buddle of lightness and made quite the splash.  As if magic, a spell unveiling her new beauty, peered her eyes, like a shadow.  Where there was light lived also the darkness of her mind.  Her body stood in the center of all worlds, the intersection of the past, present, and the future.  She would draw strength from her inner glow, sparkled and reflected off her pale skin. Her cape never to escape, draped over her in balance and her wand she would carry so not to wonder!  

Can you see me now?