By Mark A. Leon
She wore that yellow sundress
Basking in the Carolina sunset
A sky of orange and red streaming to the notes of a Bach
Not a care or a worry
Just her love waiting in the distance with his denim, a glimmer and a place she calls home
No more goodbye in those sparkling eyes
Dreaming of cornfields and lilies, this little girl has become an angel
Spinning freely on the wet sand of the ocean front
A beauty for the ages; a porcelain sculpture with no imperfection
With her boots in the air she dances to the rhythm of the country
With the memories of ma and pa playing music on the porch, she smiles
They smile back in a warm embrace; reminding her to always look to the stars and know
The horizon is limitless
A world without boundary; a life without limit; a harmony as strong as her heartbeat
The spirit of America rings strong
Powerful and free
Swept by the wind; tickled by the flower petals brushing against the soft curves of her legs
Hair flowing as swiftly as the doves above
She falls, letting gravity pull her down to a bed of green grass
In a deep sigh she reflects on a life of good intentions
Now she closes her eyes and visualizes a world of hopes and dreams wrapped in ribbons and bows
Under a Carolina sunset