A sweep of hair falls perfectly over her right brow
A slightly right head tilt with a gently puffed out pout
Her cheeks are dusted with freckles and her almond eyes are bare
Today, a heightened confidence is all that she will wear
Thoughts so dreamy fill her mind, pictures into view
A sight so clear, a rhyme to hear collects into the new
She wants a craving but the craving drowns within the leat
A wondrous flow, approaching low released her from her feet
A light adrift is seen for sure, a cast within her gaze
Her spirit flies above the points, it flows for what’s a phase
I came to see her once before, or many times in fact
She had the words, they came in spurs, her faith is what she lacked
I see her in my morning dreams, the ones before you wake
She comes outside and clothed in pride, she bathes within the lake
Her life is full, she feels no strain for no one can escape
The aching pull from running fools will trample woven capes
I see her now, she’s laid about the blue and cloudy gray
A tapping toe, she ought to know that’s all she needs to say
