DAYDREAMING
There was a distance in
her eyes
Like she was far away.
As if her mind had drifted
off...
And gone a different way.
The solomn twist upon her
lips
Determined was her
thought.
And only she will ever
know...
The end for which she
sought.
The wind a whisp upon her
hair
Her dark and distant eyes.
It gives her beauty well
beyond...
This childs dainty size.
We'll never know just
where she went
Or what she may have
dreamed.
We only know her
innocence...
Was closer than it seemed.
A moment in time with
Abigail Joy
By Clint Gardner 2013
