Kim

She ran as light as air toward me

Over the broad swathe of grass

Daisies never felt her feet

Nor was the clover burdened

No imprints made on the green tapestry;

She moved like a silent ghost

Unhindered by the earth

That knew the wind could not hold her

Nor the trees catch even a glance

Her progress effortless at most;

Time could not measure her advance

For the clocks stood still in awe

And sound was swallowed by a vacuum

As her white and fawn soaked up the rainbows

And left them drained by her dance.