Dancing Dew Drops

Her footsteps were quiet against the rough ground.
Twigs snapping at the pace of her walk.
Excited about her visit to her hidden pond.
Believed to be something special about it.
Possible to dance on the waters?
To place dew drops in her hair?
To find treasure?
She giggles at the touch of the water on her feet.
Then she begins to dance.

Daddy's stories

Daddy tell me a story...

a story about the princesses,

How they lived in beautiful castles and wore beautiful gowns.

How they ran around in their secret gardens and go to magical balls.

How they can explore all day and dream all night.

Until one day they meet their prince.

Daddy where is my teddy bear, teddy bear wants to hear the story too!

Home sick

Misty forest reflects through her eyes,

She is cold and silent.

Alone in this sickened world.

But she is home, rain falls down gently touching her soft face.

The smell of pine lingers.

Many memories float through her mind, some good...most bad.

Scars remain to haunt her endless past.

She is lost in her own home.

Her secret

People call it an addiction...

She loves to swim, the waters calm her.

They never knew the real reason...

They just saw her normal life.

She barely drinks water because she would rather live in it...to be home in the seas...

surrounded by the smooth shells and coral.

To find treasures ...

It's not an addiction, it's her wonderous secret