Only a Girl

One day - rose-coloured months, and gold-spangled weeks, and rainbow-banded days

One day – Facebook and friends and fame

One day – globe-gliding, word-weaving

One day – riding on the shoulders of hills

One day – soaking in the blue passion of sea and sky

One day – a sky steeped in blood and beauty

One day – words of caliber and colour

One day – ravenous souls, raptured minds  

One day – personified dress-essence

One day – the epitome of pinkness

One day – a dream of a Valentine

One day – the blood of roses, and the flesh of lilies

One day – fragrance of a kiss

One day – foam clustering, clinging in white masses

One day – golden fire in my hands and my heart

One day - loving lingering baby-fingers

One day – soft subtle tea in the liquid hour

One day – a wilderness of books

One day – centimetre marks on the wall 

One day – masses of A's on paper

One day – scholar-black gowns

One day – mother pride, mother fire

One day – idle magical moments…

Only a girl – but a girl with dreams.