Dreams

the wind blows where it will tides in the ocean obey, little girl blue looks on in amazement as the days fly by faster and faster, trailing fragments of nursery rhymes along that landscape of misbegotten time whatever happened to her innocence and grace as she moves through the years watching, her outer shell matures and yet, certain unrealized dreams do linger sketched across the palette of her mind's eye frozen and waiting still, in some sacred place remaining. anticipating is there a pathway, a door left. hiding the answers she so desperately seeks, is there that other one waiting beyond that next bend, the one she longs for during those quiet times when no one's around, or seems to even care in every life there is a season with every new love a reason to keep on believing, make no hesitation heart beats don't stop and why should the other, when there's so much involved...