Who Was She?

My heart is yearning My souls is stirring And my skin is burning Where has my flower gone? The Ethereal being That I keep seeing But keeps fleeing Whenever I drawn near. The harder I try The faster I fly The more I die As this being disappears Like slipping sands Running through my hands In pale golden bands As I grasp on far to tight Now it’s gone I must go on Light not shone On my little world anymore Behind a blinking eye I hide my inner sigh And try not to cry For my missing piece of puzzle Oh goodbye Sun lit sky Fire so high This must come to a close.