Her Story

The soft naked feet

Stepped onto the grass

Still wet with last night’s dreams

The silver bells tinkled

As she ran to the buttercup

Dancing in the spring breeze.

This was before,

Before she broke,

Before she was scattered across the ground,

Crushed beneath the feet,

Of the jailer of the night.

The supple body,

Once romanced in delight,

With the cool blue lake water,

The wind once played

With her feathery hair

The rain once ran down her body,

In petite streams.

That was before,

Before she became a canvas,

For the vile shadow that prowled the nights.

Sun kissed skin and freckled cheeks,

Tan body and silver anklets

Are now gone.

She is left with battle scars

Both seen and unseen.

She tripped on the stairs she’ll say,

Because some truths are best unheard.

The Dream

I see you in the golden rays

When the sun peeks out

Behind the clouds.

I smell you in the dewy grass

On blue skyed mornings

Sweet summer days.

I feel you as the wind

Takes me in its arms

And dances away.

I hear you in the rain

When the heavens cry

And we rejoice.

You are hidden

Between the words

In my yellowed battered book.

You are entwined

Our breaths mingling

Like when we’re one.

In my dreams

You are alive

And gone again at dawn.

I reach out

To feel your hands

Yearn to melt beneath your touch.

I wait

And wait

For time infinite

For you to walk out my dreams

To see you when my eyes are open

To feel you when awake.