Then there was Lily
With her nebulous eyes
As a warm summer breeze
Drifting for miles

Calm as an oak
Gushing as a river
Filling the air
With every ones fiver

Silent and still
Curving and curls
Shaping the stars
Molding the earth

Making it soft
As an elegant cloud
Cushioned with love,
Devoting and proud

She was ones
Within my obtain
But her glitter
Could not be detain

I guess
It would have might
Be like trying
To grasp the sunrise light

So young was I,
Alone and afraid
Lost in the meadow
Without any aid

Left with a tear and
Arms reached out
Bared of skin
Just as in heart.