| World of her own |
| Blank eyes stare at nothing Dew forms on bottle green grass Drips appearing as if tears Visions long gone are remembered Starlight frolicking on a midnight swing Dancing here and there in circles Hair flowing as they run Ribbons dancing in the moonlight That world has long gone The fractals of colours, I wish to return to my home Where the colours run free Take me home my friend Where you dance too Play on our swing And see what we see |
