Streams of Silver

A memory of someone.

Hey there, picturesque girl,
Shades of black and white,
Do not define our lives.
Cheer up, sweetheart.

Bold, bright colors
With infinity to limit our bounds,
You say you’ve still got hope,
But fragile smiles deny innocence.

Sadist, masochist; ever unruly.
Stoic grays, and deep reds
A smile pained to perfection
Showing no sign of weakness.

Hey there, picturesque girl,
Smile for me.
Hey there, picturesque girl,
Dance for me.

The nightingale lands with grace,
As your hair pours endlessly to your shoulders,
Your heaving chest and loss of breath
Cannot hide your obvious distress.

Buildings burn, and people die.
Personalities change and difference occurs,
But we’ll never forget
That picturesque girl.