once upon a time
a blossoming girl fell to sleep
and in the wake of a woman
an old lady dreams

of a journey, her childhood
forgotten, a faded song
that lyrical memory
on the tip of her tongue

Music with the sound of heartbeats
it’s birdsong in a robin’s breast
and she’s a red rose holding thorny pride
that fell to swallows

She remembers vaguely
a lovely fragrance
with a hint of melody
that long ago when the air was sweet

The end so far
that once upon a long way off
to the living now and happily
Not, of the ever after