She is a Bird that Cries in the Wind

As of yet, she beleives she is not there,
Her eyes off in the distance,
More like two swans making love in the lake
Or two raindrops falling
To their passionate death
In someone''s old birdbath
In a front yard
Decorated with marble and consequences.

The clouds move to the east,
And she closes her eyes.
Her eyelashes become small feathers
With which to wipe away her tears
And she sleeps silently
With the storm off in the distance.

A fire burns within her as she sleeps
And the sun sets withouther.
Every blade of grass sweeps her away
In her dreams
And the birds sing lullabyes to her.

She is a bird,
Alone in the sky
Too alone to sing to herself
And afraid of ever looking back,
Afraid of ever falling forward
And her life becomes nothing
But a song; whispered in the wind....