She stares from the window

Waiting for dreams,

Written in blue sky

Colored serene.

Life rolling by,

A crash of a wave

Beating the sand,

Which shells to save?

Dip them in ink

Beneath sinking sun.

Words tickle pink

Is this what they call fun?

It’s all a mirage

Among desert storm clouds

The ocean is calling

Wailing her sounds.

So, she shrugged

And turned with a smile

For the truth had been there All the while