Calico

Alone on the bench she sat watching Calico, on a shimmering sea drifting, drifting sailing the breeze lazily billowing catching the air harnessing its power quite naturally In quiet contemplation she dreams, of being Calico adrift and free amidst the dancing sunlight of her own reflection, to feel the breeze revelling in all its serenity Silently, she entered a darker world of Calico drowning in salty tears unable to breathe suffocating, despair dragging her down, down as the storm releases its power destructively Grasping for hope she reaches out And sails now on calico wings peacefully drifting in the pure clean air above the shimmering sea remembering quite reflectively A girl sitting alone on a bench wishing……….