Her Long Days

Minutes passed, so hours and days,
If years too pass in the decent maze.

Walked, swum, climbed and thrown,
Greenery will come, the seeds sown.

The peak of hopes, the beautiful climb,
Tired limbs, heavy eyes, soul sublime.

The dancing pains will be out of sight,
With the moments of the bright night.

Her moments being spent are precious,
For the single moment as auspicious.

Those eternal connections without wires,
Soothing as spring, enlightened with fire.