Sandy locks and ready smile,
laughter always ringing and
ideas always floating into
Walking into dusty sunsets,
light sinking golden beams behind
hills never explored.
Open ease and yet still
confusion as to the state of mind
Encouragement and tears mingle
on cheeks locked in happiness.
Box of tissues when reached for
or perhaps comic relief in the
way of words mixed up or syllables
tumbling off the tongue before thought.
Promises made and dreams woven,
maybe this shooting star won't burn out.