Chasing Amy-Lou

She sits, staring at the sky, her dreams far from the reality she reluctantly embraces.

A shooting star passes by, casting light upon unfamiliar faces.

Her thoughts dance along the waves, the sand at her feet, warm and loving.

In stark contrast she behaves, as if the past were lost and merely nothing.

Yet it’s the past that sits so heavy on her mind, like a greying cloud of hatred.

If future time is kind, that anchor will lift, leaving streets of gold to pave her way with.