Drifting Away,

with every rolling beat of the still heart

a little more falls away

like the silent avalanche in the middle of the alps.

She floats away into the

wet clouds past the soaring birds

and through the evaporating water droplets.

Up, up, up she goes

away from the cause on the highway

that flew over the barrier and into the deep cold depths.

Else where her bloodshot blue eyes

lay open but without the soul

that few were privy to look into.

The blood is wiped away with every

change in the tide that brushes her auburn

hair making her look like and angel.

Everyone thought that she was

at the bottom of the depths but one perceptive

little boy with the beautiful blue eyes and flowing auburn hair

looked up,

and waved.