Glimpse of Her Spirit

Glimpse of a spirit
Though they say its a waste of time
A silly little girl still follows her dreams
Though she may not make it very far
Nothing anymore is what it seems

Music dances from an old worn flute
Finger placements up to high g down pat
Off and on for years and years still played
Forever treble clefs, sharps, naturals, and flats

The pen too speaks from her heart
Opening imagination's door
Memories thoughts joys and sorrows
Forever journals crowding the shelves and floors

A camera sits carelessly left on her desk
An object permitting the cut of realities ties
Photography too will never cease to exist in her heart
Forever takaing pictures of the flowers clouds and sky

Unfinished canvases hidden behind her bed
Art to be hidden from the world's relentless gaze
Boxes of brushes water colors oils and acrylics
Forever waiting for the return of those rainy summer days

Dusty old books too crowd her shelves
Research unraveling a mystery
Iris, geisha Anne and Henry the VIII
Forever a passion for history

Though they said she was wasting her time
A little girl did follow her dreams
she landed far beyond the stars
the spark of her life finally started to gleam