"A Sweet Act"

There stands a girl
Standing by the tree.
Crying in search of
The dark unheard plea.

Longing to feel arms entrap
Her shivers of loss and disparity.
Reaching out she sings to me
Of joyful thoughts sweet melancholy.

She dances in the streets
To no syncopated beats.
Tries to explain matter of fact
This world's all just an act.

Fear of what's down darkened days
Calling her to birth new sun rays.
Hours cross set aflame the reprise
On scorched depths of her memories.