Cornflower Blue

Delicate eyes
of cornflower blue,
A whimsical guise
That sees right through you.

She painted flowers, humming;
With her acoustic guitar,
Picking and Strumming;
Music leaping like a shooting star.

She made imaginary snow angels
In the long soft grass,
While her mind and soul
Made each moment last.

For the sun never set
When this girl was dancing,
The moon not a threat,
As the deer came prancing.

The day dragged on, taking its toll,
As her body seemed to shudder, outdone.
She sighed relief as her legs came to stroll,
She said her goodnight to the lingering sun...

Only then, disappearing over the emerald knoll.