She looked out of the glass one last time her neck craned
Eyes soaked witht he stillness of the desert after the rain
A year had slipped by like sugar crystals from a riveted fist
Only to pixellate quietly in a glass of water wrapped in mist
There wasn''t any twinge of parting with those left behind
Nor any delight in the hope of what lied ahead in her mind
Moments and incidences that brushed past her piquantly
Couldn't lead her any more onto a trip down the memory
She was now in harmony with her plans and peradventures
Playing on the frontfoot, adding more colors to her pictures
