in the dream she had

one that slipped away

she thought about words

the fire people say

–

time was sunny once

golden glass on fields of love

then something wilted

fell from a princess glove

–

the cycle spins eternal

would she weather all

would that thing she felt

be found crushed

or standing tall

–

the rain was soft that day

painting grass below

she thought of things that died

and

words of

long ago