In the Forests of her Dreams,
She gives life to all the Secrets
That are blowing through the leaves.
She sings alone among the trees.
In the Meadows of her Mind,
She ambles through the Memories
Of regret and joy entwined,
Leaving faint traces none will find.
In the Ocean of her Heart,
Soft, timid Loves swim in the brine.
Shyly–they, to shadows dart.
She quiets, lest again they start.
In the Tower of her Soul,
Forgotten Treasures must she guard.
In the silence bright tears show,
Burning her cheeks like lighted coals.
