Lines of laughter crease her smile
Sparkling eyes have many stories to tell.
She's never old-only forever young-
Just wanting to see what Time has begun.
Watching and waiting for the sun to rise,
She looks up in wonderment with stars in her eyes -
A character trapped in real life, or so it seems
A modern-day Juliet with a dash of Romanov themes.
Waiting for her Romeo?
Nope - that's not her,
She's too far behind in memories -
Watching the ashes stir.
So what to do on a grey sky morning like this?
Dreams surround her awakened bliss,
Revelling in theories, recoiling from nightmares...
And still whispering ever so slightly of long-forgotten cares.