An innocent,

An innocent,

Naïvely child like.

A foolish sprite

With wanderlust

Making an escape bundle

Of a comfort blanket

Shuffling in slippers

Into the cold.

Standing amid

The re-birthing

Of an English garden

Breathing clear

Fresh air freely.

Testing the boundary

Smelling hope

Looking for safety

In a lovers eyes.

Reaching for home

In her heart

Where she hopes

To find herself.

Maybe tomorrow

She whispers.

Sinking into a deep chair

Agitation

Washed away

In an ambient moment.

Music to sleep by

Slack jawed

And unconscious

Of appearance.

Withdrawn

Into a place

Of redemption

When the past

Jostles with now

To re-build

A broken bridge

A cross over

Between today

And tomorrow.