In a white cold world
Breath rises into frost tinged skies
Stars shiver in their isolation
As she drifts somewhere far away.
She feels the warmth upon her head
Cascading like a silken waterfall,
Sounds of cicadas fill the air
With a universal hum that lands lightly
Upon her waiting soul.
The sight of color as flowers dance before her
On a summer breeze and endless peace
Dreaming of country roads she’s known.
Wandering through her like ghosts that haunt
Memories of yesterday
Of days that languidly pass below green tall trees
As the hammock swings, lulling her into sweetest sleep.
She walks barefoot slowly here
Feeling the softness of the dust below her feet
And she stops and stares into forever
Knowing this day may not come again
And sweeping up the thoughts in her arms
Holds them close like a small child,
On a frozen day she sits captured within
Unfolding her vision like a solitary gift,
Warming her tired soul
With scenes of a place she recalls,
Her destiny reborn under a molten sun,
Her heart as light
As the dried saved petal in her hand,
Blowing away on the wind