visions

I always see a faint outline of her face. She's back-lit by the setting sun, her face obscured but her curls are framed by an orange gold halo 

A color both soft and sharp

Only found on the palettes of the God's

It's a dream I have 

At night

During the day

What I didn't know until this very moment 

Is that she is the little girl in me 

Grown, happy and loved.