Country road dreaming

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

Of tomorrow.