Blue ribbon tangles in the wind

streamers of hair

pour out from her head.

Blue ripples expand

from her feet

swans swim in circles

gliding through

the cold blue waters.

Back and forth moves

a tire swing from a nearby tree,

the rope that attaches it

creaks with age.

In and out

the trees breathe,

stretching their arms

carefully towards the summer sky.

The wind carries her voice

across the still waters

listen she whispers,

listen as she speaks.

She tells of something lost

long ago,

more enchanted and

haunting

than the air that makes

her world come to life.

She cries for

a love that is

lost forever,

one that was just as fragile

as the wind.