hannah’s song

hannah’s song with cotton clouds above her and yellow daisies at her feet she danced to a quiet sonnet of freedom hands outstretched and palms towards the heavens her blonde hair flowed like summer showers as she watched waving daisies swaying, dancing to the refrain of daybreak only moments before morning had nudged us more gently than a marshmallow circle on her hungry lips pulling the bed sheets away smiling on her nakedness i kissed her shoulders and brushed my fingers through her hair the moaning sound of music caressed the room much like the linens that entangled us laying ghostly between our bodies two pillows indented yet the smudge of lipstick and mascara on only one her sleep deceived me when she whispered that she was not going away cascading memories from burnt orange mountains onto sopping marshes soft and slovenly like overboiled asparagus clinging to slippery rocks words of praise filled her heart in her own presence she moved seductively a liquefied dancer in the field of daisies singing ‘you have turned my mourning into dancing you have shown me the beauty of ashes…’ she stood, tears welling in her eyes in a field of daisies, her blanket of comfort she whispered, in the midst of daisies i held sunflowers in my heart with outstretched hands weeping for joy she presented pomegranates and strawberries then with a measured smile offered an apple taking a bite i wondered where i had read this story before ~ tolbert ~