Charlotte

Summer clouds blue eyes, she knows the uncertainty, love is only a brief why, what separates her bones, stuff can make her scheme, is the sight of water, surrounding azure skies, feels the pull of destiny, not some useless guide, God says she’s not alone, solo thoughts and dreams, the sweep of fiery domes, memory offers her insight, evening woods all green, thrill of troubled flight, conscious that she’s bold, regards the harvest teams, hears some old men groan, she just loves the sea.