Sunday, November 2, 2008 | |

She Runs

Gently she moves through the waters and the skies.
Neither in darkness or light, she slides in-between the waves and the winds, basking in the glow of the world ever-separate.
She dreams of other lands and adventures; I dream only of her.
Ever moving, she is an enigma of grace and frailty; of elegance and weakness.

I can't make her happy.

Am I a fool?


Diana said...

wow this is beautiful. i'm not sure if i understand what it is saying precisely but it reads lovely. like a way too thin piece of paper with a poem on it.

Kendra Logan said...


You're very talented, and I really like this one.