Memories

She was in a picture frame
so beautiful against the moon
her fingers touch the waters edge
making ripples due to disappear soon.

And then I can see her smile
her eyes glisten in the wind
her lips curled up with glee
while watching her i feel I've sinned.

Her fingers wrap around a branch
as she heaves herself to wards the sky
i see a glimpse of a distant light
as her wings fold out and she begins to fly.

I see her lift, above the tree tops
Her golden curled hair long gone
as i walk back to my chilled home
i swear i can hear her song.

I can still feel her touch against my skin
I can still feel her presence near
as i turn around in hope to see her face
I whisper: "I'll never forget you my dear".