By the window, quiet and still,
her cup near by, a peaceful chill.
She sat with hands both soft and worn,
a velvet hush, a daydream born.
Two photos rest on lap with care,
pleasant moments, once captured there.In one she wears a bright red coat,
crossing a bridge where cold winds float.
A castle looms in ancient grace,
just stone and sky in a lonely place.
Though dressed in jeans and city boots,
she felt her heart take deeper roots.Next photo, arches, fierce and wide,
the Arctic Henge where dreams abide.
Amber skies at the worldās far end,
darkness and light begin to blend.
Sheād stood in silence, breath held tight,
as dusk turned flame and day kissed night.Now wrinkles mark where laughter lay,
but in those frames, she drifts away.
Some years have passed, her pace grown slow,
but in these scenes, her soul still glows.
To Icelandās edge, so wild and free,
the girl she was, she still can see.[ā¦]
Glimpse of Time
B +Ve!! 