Testo She

She is a dying dandelion floating on the breeze. Swirling sweetly in the evening. She is the stars glowing gorgeously. She is the sloping clouds. Forever scrolling. Unfolding. She is the sun burned blue. Shadows on the moon. She is the morning dew. Dangling on leaves leaking into streams. Forever flowing. Unfolding. No one can say her name. Now she sits and sings something about my dreams. Hours go bye before she looks at me. She breaks my heart. As I open my eyes to drink the melon sky.