Ethereal

Ethereal, she stands within the trees,
a beautiful dreamer lost in the past.
When one draws near, she turns and flees,
escaping the present, on feet so fast.

A beautiful dreamer lost in the past,
wishing she was in another land,
escaping the present, on feet so fast,
unable to face a life that's planned.

Wishing she was in another land,
she remains in her untouchable place,
unable to face a life that's planned,
running at the slightest glimpse of a face.

She remains in her untouchable place.
Her fortress though, is a lonely world,
running at the slightest glimpse of a face.
Lying alone, her figure curled.

Her fortress though, is a lonely world,
silver tears she cries at night.
Lying alone, her figure curled,
wishing she could make it right.

Silver tears she cries at night,
moving forward means a land unknown.
Wishing she could make it right,
but she stays, her memories forever her own.

Moving forward means a land unknown,
ethereal, she stands within the trees,
and she stays, her memories forever her own.
When one draws near, she turns and flees.

This is a re-working of an earlier poem I wrote in the Pantoum form.