"Forgotten"

Lying in a field of tomorrow

She whispered her dreams

Against the dandelion wind.

The emptiness of yesterday

Carried by a broken seed

Shadows the morning sun

To draw the lines of fate,

And she remembers her promise

That she would walk the sorrows

Into the dusty grain

And lie in the senseless gloom

Of what would be her future.

So, she closed her ashen eyes,

Blind to all her fears,

And listened to the stormy sky

Whispering her dreams

To the showered dandelion rain.