Little Flower

I see the little flower in her hair

and grass skirts that

shimmers when she sways.

Her feet bare.

She sways her arms and hips

in unison to the beat.

She twirled and wind caressed her face.

Her face blushed from the sun's kiss.

Lips colored from fruits of the vine

of the now barren land.

Her gaze is as tender as the night

but only the stars in heaven can see.

She dipped into the ocean of dreams

that mean nothing to those who did not seek.

The night has come.

She wakes and wades

before the first rays of light

shine on the land.