Reflections in her smile

How does the face ignite such a brilliant smile? I thought when I saw claire.
Sometimes you could see her glow, it appeared.
How much grace or vision can a woman be given?
In Claires creations you can feel the wonder through islands and fountains.
Beaches that move like caterpillars, her secrets about the land, and worship of mountains.
Checkerboard landscapes, lonely dunes, there people stood and chickens fed.
A place where sisters played flutes and hills and angels wings were spread.
Where big trees flowed green, barked brown and daylight spoke in tones of red.
Claires eyes chased people and horizons as her mind swam in colours so vast.
To conjure a miracle on the surface of a canvas.
Reaching us with her paintbrush, reaching our lives with her touch of psychic.
The objects of our pleasures and of what afflicts.
She burnt in luminous sparks her wick lighting up a world obsessed with convention and money.
Her creativity surging and expressing itself through her hand and paints running.
As our wicks burn, we too express ourselves to a ticking clock.
In the rapids of time wearing down as river rocks.
Claire´s soul may have embarked, yet her smile ignites in our memories...
And her painting is eternal.