Her
Miss match socks and a bright pink dress,
No worries, no pain, no tears.
Dancing in twilight morning,
With her starry eyed peers.
Wishes flowing up to the hands of the stars,
Absorbing everything with her sweet ears.
The sun smiling on the sweet angel,
The moon tucking her into bed.
The swan of her simple pleasures,
Swims in the moonlight.
The river of her laughter,
Sighs with the heavy load.
The world is her throne,
Tree tops are the height of her long road.
The clock of time ticks away slowly.
Time is frozen,
Clouds hold their chilling breath,
leaves cling to their branches, never letting go.
Flowers never have to face death.
Darkness is not a word.
Lights sighs a huge breath.
Where did she go?
She is not in the mirror where she used to be,
Not in the rain outside,
She must be hiding from me.
Never to be seen again.
Gone. Forever. Where is she?
