The title of the blog came from the last line of a saccharine :) poem which I wrote in 2007. The poem goes:

FOR HER WHEREVER SHE MAY BE

-  NONILON V. QUEANO

The way she laughs and teases you is essential beauty

Like of a child’s giggling or of an angel’s hug,

A shower of daisies, poinsettias, wild roses,

A lay spinning in the head to early dawn,

And yet I wouldn’t know, how could I guess

The way she tilts her head compels you to near fall,

Some virtual play of ring-a-ring o’ roses

Perhaps a tightrope walk, or grand trapeze

Or simply her gliding about in arabesque

Ah, but how would I know, how could I ever guess

The way she winds around you is essential grip

Lightly, a zephyr playing or some piece of wind

And her fair arm as she breathes down your face

Entwining, caressing, holding you in thrall

The way a gust blows quietly before a squall

And all I can surmise is that there is a girl

Somewhere who flits around and flies and soars

The way of skies and seas, flowers, the sun and moon,

I know, though I set out to go and drift away

Still I’ll keep dreaming of her sometime, somewhere