"Her Head Was In The Clouds"
I remember her... Her wooly hair was soft and light like the clouds. She wore the fluffy fabric like she wears delicate couture; Ever-so elegant and divine. Her eyes appeared to have seen the wind; her gaze flowed on into eternity; I often grew lost in her eyes. Her essence filled my sky. Her fragrance was unforgettable, carried by the wind, It filled my soul and breathed through my mind. She was all I could imagine when I opened my eyes, but she was busy dreaming, her head lost in the clouds and her mind busy in the skies.
art and poetry by Candice Everyday Alchemyst Haughton
