photo by: me 5/20/2008
she languishes in the window seat
peering dreamily thru sunlit glass
upon the lush, rolling hills of wild flowers
and endless seas, of emerald grass
on the breeze the scent of hyacinth
and fresh baked, cinnamon apple pie
kept warm by a sun that never sets
held aloft, in springs eternal azure sky
she is adorned, in the crispest organdy
trimmed in exquisite italian lace
as a halo of flame kissed ringlets
frame, her inordinately delicate face
she is a vision, of unattainable perfection
that exists solely inside her own head
where she remains, inadequacies prisoner
in a cage made of gingerbread…
