Always looking up to the image
I've envisioned in my mind.
Glowing and seemingly angelic,
Of the almost unattainable kind.
A brilliant, tiny little dancer
Caught in the sunlights rays.
Forever twirling in innocence.
Singing away the summer days.
I reach for her subconsciously,
Accepting I may never succeed.
Though her ultimate perfection,
I would never dream impede.
She encourages me onward,
Forever loving, gentle and kind.
Also always just out of reach,
Teasing my idealistic mind.

© Buffy Lee