youthful innocence of her dreams

sitting on a beach

just before daybreak

she reflects on memories 

that never happened

white lace window shades

blow from the soft

summer breeze in june

staring at the open window

city sounds mixed with

the heartbeat beneath her

laying on his chest

she can feel his warmth

while the open window

with the white lace

brings the outside

world to their

own universe

captivates her attention

small studio in

new york

crazy expensive

for such little space

white walls with wood floors

an old stove that

doesn't supply heat

in the winter

mattress with

sheets and a pillow

sits on a floor

pushed against the

west wall

she spends lots of

time writing by the window

looking from the

world above

creating art from

characters that

walk the streets below

autumn leaves blow

the crisp air in

through the open window

layers on topped by

the warmest sweater

she could find

fuzzy socks

covering her toes

tea in a red cup warms

her tiny fingers and

creative soul

he creates his art

when the stars shine

the moon is his lamp

sleep is for humans

with normal minds

he would say
when she'd wake

to find him drawing

or writing scribbles

in a notebook filled

with thoughts only

an artist could

think of

for artists can see

what's invisible to

the normal eye

turning what inspires

them into works

of beautiful art

making people see

what they cannot

look into a world

their minds cannot

imagine

snow blows against

the glass reflecting

the candles

keeping them warm

the old fashioned

stove serves as

an art piece

a sense of false hope

but a beautiful one

at best

the window that

once captivated her

eyes in june now

serves as a shield

protecting them

from the cold in

the dead of winter

but not even the cold or

broken heat source

can stop their

happiness from

shining through

smiles across their faces

as they dance around

their space wrapped

in thick blankets

classic rock flowing

through their veins

while steam from the

boiling noodles on

the kitchen stove

serves as their only

real source of heat

moments that stick

with her

not even the cold

could freeze away the

beautiful dreams

of her youth

the sun begins the day

awakes the sleeping

calms her mind

of the memories

she wished were hers

but never were

only dreams she

pictured over and over

that somehow became

moments of a life

she once lived in a 

different time

with a boy who gave

her the universe

with only a smile

and she was the artist

that wasn't meant to be

10.25.2015