Straight black hair like Egypt Wide eyes like a lost kitten A cool distance like November morning An elusive spirit like a Summer breeze When she speaks she wears a mask Yet through her silence she bares her soul. She is a butterfly fluttering from flower to flower but her heart is elsewhere. When the night is cold her doors are barred But when Spring returns birds will fly... Across a thousand fields of misty blue To a distant shore under the countless shining stars of heaven Where the ocean ebbs and flows in the wayward heart of a child grown wise with age. by Adam Love © 2006 |