From your very first breath in the world, you became the upbeat on my heartbeat drum. You are saint’s aura and the rock opera of wild winds roaring through midnight canyons. Your hair is the iridescent swirl of spit-curl starry night. Honey sweetness blooms your flower-bud consciousness to living color. Your bouncing-baby boogie surfs radio airwaves with songs so clear and bright it’s like listening to diamonds being born. Yours is the sunstruck voice lighting this city’s prismatic morning skies. At the end of each day, yours is the voice I tune in to when driving these pain-paved highways home.