Before I start, I want to dedicate this poem to my friend. Who really
deserves something better and is afraid of it.
The pond glints beneath her;
A sky shown with silver above her;
She wasn't walking.
She flew for nothing within reach;
She screams to one side of me;
She wasn't talking.
The wind carries her from building to building;
She looks for secrets someone could be shielding;
She wasn't stalking.
The ribbon of river beside another burning field reminds her of how it feels;
How it feels to be an apple judged by its peel.
She will always be dreaming...
