She would lean into the water blue, to witness angel eyes,
She would bend down close, and whisper then,
and pray to have a friend
So close they were, yet, ...still they lived a thousand worlds apart
Each day she came and there she was...
An angel would transcend...
She would lie beside the water cool, and gently touch the glass
The woodland pool, where hydrangeas grew, with mosses wet from dew
She had seen her in the pool before….
There was comfort in her silent ways, her flowing hair, her gentle grace
And with understanding eyes
Her heart would yearn, but she never learned
This angel was unknown
A friend she made, was close inside
A face that was her own
Carrie Richards 10/22/13