“ in the beauty of her words “

Too many she is lost within a daydream,

but then,

I know the truth is something was captured

within those breathtakingly beautiful

eyes of hers.

Some butterfly,

some bird,

a cloud formation,

a child at play,

some little thing that most people

would never ever seen.

She is now writing out each line,

selecting each word for the perfect fit,

each specific sound while paying

more attention to the flow of words

one syllable after another.

And if she has decided to use rhyme,

well she might be there until her coffee

has grown cold.

And when she has completed the first draft

she will take pen in hand and pour her soul

out in ink.

As she describes the perfect shade of teal

in the morning sky,

the flutter of a butterfly’s wings,

the heartfelt sorrow in the sound