She was daytime night.
Hair long.
Face bright.

Within her heart.
Below her feet.  
Dreams in purple float beneath.

It could be a flower from a tree.  
Blowing with the wind,
so beautifully free. 

The spring, the summer,
the clothes she wore. 

Soft drops, rain falls.
It was one of those things,  
the beauty begins.  

That song, that melody.  
She knew, by heart.

She was walking by and in between.
Past. Present. Future.  
And further in.  

Warm words, wondrous world.
Love at first sight.

Dreams come true,
was all she knew. 

She was spring light perfect.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.  

Eyes reflecting.
The morning sunrise.
It all made sense.  
Somehow. Sometimes.