Feels safe in her spirit,
She's warm,
a blanket of honest compassion,
curled up with gentle edges,
Soft as a kitten in springtime,
playing on fresh green grass,
like a child.
this kitten paws at butterflies,
bright blue as they flit by,
A tap, a touch, a gentle reminder,
if you should seek,
again,
you shall find her,
laid on soft grass,
under the trees,
catching the sunlight,
it's dressing her knees,
she's thinking for hours,
of sweet scented flowers,
trussed up in a bunch,
and eating her lunch,
of cucumber sandwiches,
served on rye bread,
And she has,
dairy ice cream,
it's dripping,
all sticky,
incredibly nice,
she stops and she thinks,
as she sits,
as she watches the world pass her by,
when minutes become hours,
she's starting to cry,
none will ever know why,
she,
she a soft one at heart,
gave up her true love,
all for her art.
(C) Livvi