Rising sun

By Danny Villarreal

 

     Where has she gone?

     Where has she been?

     Is she happy?

     Will I see her again?

 

     Does she know?

     Does she hear?

     The words that I whisper

     That sound loud and clear

 

     Will she jump from a plane?

     Will she race in a car?

     Will she fly in a spaceship?

     Or walk in the stars?

 

     I think she will

     I know she's there

     I can see eyes dancing

     I can feel her silent stare

 

     When you’re reading this message

     Just stop and blink

     That nothing in this world

     Is quite what we think

     -D