The Final Dream

The breeeze had fell like candy
candid air...
and all she was thinking
was about him...
her heart's candle
Feathers of stars in her thoughts
when with him
where birds once was
seems not to be here
They take dreams elsewhere

but what about the girl that sits there
eyes like song
they sing long
hair that touches breeze

wind in her eyes
breathe of white shade

I can feel her
there
as I saw as no bird
pass her