EarlyBird

Did you see her falling from the sky? Drenched in a stardust cloud. Free spirit like the eagle that flies above. Far away from the maddening crowd. See her dancing in the mindless sea? Bare feet glowing in the golden sand. Thousands of dreams chasing her skirt. Graspful of colors sheltered by her hand. Did you follow her on the way to Polaris? Smiling amidst the pathos and pain. Warm as charcoal, cursing the cold. Sweet as a forest touching the virgin rain. Maybe you should ask her to stay. Spare us with a sunshine of some ancient days. Or maybe she will only be remembered in vain. When you have lost your youth. When your hair is touched by the greys.