Draped in Blue


Through branch and brush my search goes on
To find the clearing whereupon

She was last seen draped all in blue
As she looked out upon the view.

Although the winds will sting her cheek
Her glassy eyes will never blink.

Without a sound, or move or breath
She lay in wait as sunlight crests

Over the hills and valley spread
Out before her stone made bed.

She knows not what I search for:
A place to rest there next to hers.

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