She

She comes and goes,
In a yellow gown that scatters around,
Like lilies strewn across the lake,
Within that mind that dances in brushes,
Of unicorns, knights and butterflies,
Far away castles floating upon the sky,

Dreams,
To catch a glimpse of that shimmering thunder,
Is to cure hunger with a drop of tear,
That wanting, a desire,
She wishes would not evade her.

It is like a diamond, a jewel,
Dangling across the soul,
The test,
Is to catch the purity that beholds.

Yet, the closer they are,
The further her eyes wander,
Searching, searching,
For that four leaf clover,

The lost that follows,
The sorrow she holds,
Close to her heart,
Is often tinged with salt, pepper and vinegar,
It is,
Sometimes hard to swallow,

On she skips,
Unhindered,
Her eyes soaked,
A crescent upon the lips,
A frown haunting the brow,
A shaded radiance upon the cheeks,

Look upon her,
She gives life a meaning,
A heart that keeps on thumping,
Hope paints the final picture,
The smile without laughter....