Dreams were her only escape
while she sits like a solid block of ice
on the coffee colored recliner
watching the lick of flames form.
Her mind was elsewhere
where she remembered a time
when she was running
towards her greatest adventure, yet.
So young they were once
tiny fingers laced into each other
shooting off into the woods
weaving through blankets of evergreen.
Their laughter filled the air
like hollow wooden wind chimes
two sisters of opposite tones
blended perfect between sap covered stumps.
As they plodded over branches and fallen logs
their smiles were infectious to one another
never did they want to stop
until, they reached the steady stream of water.
Their feet stumbled over slime covered gravel
as they climbed down below the fall
unable to contain themselves
they caught the cascade with their heads.
But, as most good things come to an end
mourning appeared to soon
while, she begged herself not to wake
the quiet calm took over
as somber silence followed.
Always, always more silence.