Far away in fey rays of her summer blush
lithely crossing oceans far and wide
eyes closed soft, nowhere could she hide
breathes shallow heart strong
sways and dips of inner songs.

All the words fell away as she
was left in silent shallow breathes
stopped twice for thoughts invading
clear, concise, ominous and sweet.
Soft and meek,
Are you okay, her dear did speak.
No, she replied in gentle cries
no, nowhere to hide. It all lay bared
and in his care much of the past had died.

While she lay softly weeping,
all the word in silence sleeping,
that girl she never was allowed to be
waved in gay charade across the sea
in welcome home and come to me.

Euphoria, how long does it last?
Last? Can you not see done right...
why would it ever die?