Dreamy Girl

She was within the greatest of them all The strong but sensitive heroine The sweet yet sassy, spirited girl Who harbored thoughts that could inspire the world She sang with a voice that could sparkle the skies She drew tears from the earth with her cries The ground she trod engraved her steps The memory of her presence it kept She molded life from a drop Of what lay in her heart And released dreams into the atmosphere With the misted breath of her mouth She stood on the brink Of what is and what could be She gazed into the distance And dreamed She was, in actuality, a frail thing No brave warrior or beauty queen A quiet and withdrawn soul Hidden within a physical mold Her only garment was invisibility She could only boast of not being seen And living in a world of sights and sounds In which her own could not be found She stared at the world from behind a glass They stared back at her, but stared right past A soul that was burning bright and long And they couldn’t hear the reverberating song The tears in her eyes They couldn’t realize And the dreams in her hand They wouldn’t grasp And so she went from day to day With only thoughts and never a say She stood on the brink of what is and what will never be Turned her face from the skies And cried.