this poem is probably better written than the first one. more of a poem, less of an emotional spiel.


she has a life
she has a future
she has long fine tangled hair
swaying around her shoulders
it makes her look like a cloud
her eyes reflect the sky

made perfectly in miniature
she is not neat; she is real
she truly lives each moment
uses everything she has
with no concept of the endless
tomorrows she faces
with those eyes full of light
the sky after a storm on the sea.

captured within this frame
i can see in one second
everything she could be
all the choices she can make
in those bluegrey eyes so like mine
i find a life.

she is framed against the cliffs
they rise behind her
looming large in the foreground
she is more than you see
standing there, hair sweeping her face
her head in the clouds
and her mind in the waves
as they change
reflecting the world
and the sky.


guys, if you read, please comment! i relish getting comments, and i'm unsure as to whether i even *have* a readership any more...i don't update as often as i used to, simply because life became way more busy! but when i have time, i do write. anyway. let me know!