And even with all the heartaches,
she would still seek love
for she was a daydreamer
who chased the wild echoes
of a distant dream.

Always a dreamer,
you strayed to the far side
between fact and fiction
where you could see stars
in the middle of the day
twinkling in the sky
just for you,
to whistle
the tunes of the heart…
feeling content,
on the simple notion,
of being happy.
For you were a dreamer…
in the winter afternoon
you looked up to the clear skies
and stepped on fresh snow
and followed that wisp of thought
and whistled that old tune
of the land, forgotten…
For you were a dreamer…
poetry and image copyright neha 2016