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.

(for now)

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.