She

In a dreamy place, I calmy watch
A child is in a field
of silken memories,
Sitting on the soft patch
Of interlocking dreams
and destinies..
On her sweet face remains
A full presence of an angel's grace
Above her is the blazing sun
With the rays dancing on her hair
Like magic, she moves
Softly cooing, gently humming
She wears the cloth of love
Made from the heavens up above
Flowers grow under her feet
Blossoming for her sole benefit
She laughs like a cherubim
She sings like a seraphim
Every charm and wonder
To her, the earth owes
Why is she here?
Only God knows..

"Ah that heavenly creature
That sweet little child.."

She is keeping a secret
A hidden wonder of
Her youth's power.
I looked back with glee
The child I did not see,
I closed my eyes,
wondering "Where could she be?"
I heard a murmur
And there I saw her.

Everything is still
No soul is moving
As if death spoke
As if time stopped
She turned her back,
I did not breathe
I did not move
Big drops of rain fell
Thundering all around
Nothing can be heard
All was black
The ground was wet with mud
The heavens turned to gray
The poor child has no one
Her companions are gone
her cloth is damp with tears
Or is it water from the rain?
I could not be mistaken
With fear this child is shaken
Her heavenly wonder is gone
The sun is shinning no more
It is now replaced
by the grieving moon..

As if in a nightmare,
I painfully watch..
The child is in a field of grief
Sitting on the cold mud of
a never-ending malady
On her gloomy face lives
No sign of relief
Above her is the weeping moon
With it's tears pouring all too soon
Like a ghost, she sobs
Slowly suffering,bit by bit dying
She wears the cloth of mystery
Torn by tragedies and difficulty
Everything dies under her feet
Decaying on her continuous defeat
The earth grieves for her
Why is she here?
Only God knows..

"Oh I feel for this being
this poor fragile soul..."

I was about to leave
when slowly, ever so slowly
She turned around..
I froze..
The image almost killed me
It will keep on haunting me
I still can not believe
All this time, I was decieved
The child is not a child anymore
She is not an enemy
Nor a friend to me
That person..
Oh she..
She is no one else...
but ME.

*From a dream*