Her idle
dreams roam far
Sometimes
adherent to the shadow on the porch,
Sometimes
lurching for the ravenous escapades of the setting Sun,
A demiurge
of her own song she believed them to be
The dreams
were a song that was meant to, be and not to be.
Her face
endowed the aspects of youth,
Of radiant
glow and flushed cheeks with freckles o’er her brow,
Yet the
dappling sunlight would seldom leave the practice of hide and seek
As she
walked past the shadows to tease the light
Her walk
was humble, yet of fervid strides
Sometimes
the ocean gazed at her
Sometimes
she would fall coy
Sometimes
she would hold her breath and hum into the night
With
blithe carousal she met her self
Amidst
long walks, and swifter breeze
Her
denial of the worldly affairs declined
With every
step she left in the sand for the waters to lunge at
Sometimes
to tinker her mind and
Often to
make her realize that where she lived, she was needed to be
With her
devastated heart and nerve-wrenching sighs,
Perfectly
masked under the soft curl of her lips
And her
shallow smile
Guarding
the juvenile glint of familiarity in her eyes
