My dress, blue <br />sunlight playing <br />in the dusty summer air <br />swirling around me <br />visible <br />showing the faults that I <br />I ignore for now <br /> <br />Your smile, bright <br />and the words we say <br />float on a breeze <br />to a better, happier place <br />and so we float <br />on the dust, on the sun, the summer <br />and we float unto <br />eternity <br /> <br />Yet, even if it doesn't seem to <br />eternity does end <br />and realization pierces through the dusty haze <br />and realization stops the breeze <br />cold in its tracks <br />eternity does end <br />so why bother <br /> <br />because, oh <br />because. <br />'Happiness makes up in height, what it lacks in length' <br />Robert Frost<br /><br />Fiona O'Connor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happiness-makes-up-in-height-what-it-lacks-in-length/
