She had a way of making you feel
beautiful, even when you knew you were.
You became lost in her eyes,
like soft, white clouds.
You were looking up at the stars
when you felt her gaze and it seemed
as though she was looking at the same thing.
Fireworks reminded you of fog and rain smudged
small hills and deep bluish, white murky water clouds.
She has a butterfly’s soul glimmering through her eyes
and the human breeze was where peace had been found.
Your metaphorical mind was walking on
soft white clouds as your sent the next
day upside down and telling yourself
that your feet were on the ground.