Twirling softly; rocking to and fro~
How one young girl is mesmerized~
Where one woman deeply yearns to go.
Locks of soft golden silk, tussle through the air~
Of the same sweet, cherubic face; my kindred~
Round and round she dances without a care~
To this prophetic moment, only I am witness.
Brilliant sapphire eyes, lending light to us all as one~
She turns again completely, and my heart grows still at last~
Her laughter weaves quilts of passion, I wish to call my own~
Oh, how precious and dear to my heart, is the photograph.
I was there when you took your first breath of Life~
I was there when you took your first steps~
I was there to protect you, as only a child knows is right~
Our souls became intertwined, and we never had any regrets.
Gingerly I hold my photograph, mourning the loss of innocence ~
How intensely you dance, spinning to and fro~
All dressed up, until your hearts content~
My kindred spirit; anchor to my soul.
In my deepest sorrow the Angels wings spread wide~
Carrying me away from the pain and making me whole ~
Demoralizing betrayal severed our silken ties~
Forever changing the shape of my soul.
Now as I hold the photograph, I am there again~
Steeped in memory of a time gone by~
Watching her golden hair twirl and spin~
Benevolent, munificent, revered and sublime.
Written By Rayne Cullen