In white she walks
Furrowed fields of dreams
Haunt her brow
Crystallised indentations fold around her feet
Making it difficult to walk straight and narrow
pathways to her soul seem so far away
She wants to float above it all
Leaving the scars behind
the locked door to serendipity
Inner peace is the one thing she craves
Dipped in white tranquility
Watching herself float
above the blood stained broken strips of grass
In the colour of night
Deep blue skies hold her whilst she exhales
letting all the rancid air free from her soul
In whiteness she drifts
Above the fields of the deepest blue