Where is she

The wayward soul

 Who dared to dream

Longed for  nights

To trace the skies

Friend of the stars

Whisperer of crazy plans in the wind.

Where is she

Of the silver sunrise

Burning lips on scalding coffee

Seeking out birds

Feet deep in mud

She of the blissful mornings

Lazy days

Hours in bed

Seeker of secret spaces

 Lover of old books

Scribbling words of longing

Ignoring the ring of phone

Following the trail to the foot of a rainbow

She of the unmade bed

Unkept dates

Forgotten plans

Waiting the day out 

For long dark nights 

To sit alone

Waiting for the queen of the night to bloom

To inhale  deep its sweetness

Lie on the grass gaze at the sky

Friend of the moon

And the cloudless sky