Her eyes are a placid blue

Untroubled and silent on the surface

Yet alive with life and light

If you call her name

And listen to her soul.

Covers of her favorite songs

Cause ripples underneath her skin

That itch and ache

As she longs for the voices

Familiar to her heart.

She opens up at night;

Her music’s louder

Sharing memories etched in vinyl

And fragments of sounds

That whisper “here I am.”

You’ll find her before sleeping,

But she’ll fade with sunrise

Back into wherever she lives,

In thoughts, worries, preoccupations,

Rules she no longer allows to govern

By time or expectation.

Yet, in the night air she is awake,

Climbing trees and in their branches

Finding support almost none have given

Trust merely borrowed

Sullied in noon day sun.

But there is one,

A reflection of her willow shade

Upon whose chest she lays her head

And in her heart

He lies content.