She

She is a dying dandilionFloating on the breezetwirling sweetly in the eveningShe is the stars glowing gourgouslyShe is the sloping cloudsforever scrolingunfoldingShe is the sun burned blueShadows on the moonShe is the morning dewdangling on leave's leaking into streamsForever flowingunfoldingNo one can say her namenow she sits and singsSomething about my dreamshours go by before she looks at meShe brings my heart as Iopen my eyes to drinkmelon sky