A road extends in invitation
laying what seems
a never-ending way
under my feet.

Distance stops, turns and
sleeps behind.

While she dreams,
I wait for a little girl
to take a second
first breath.

She breathes.
She acts,
she lives and sings.

In the truest finest grace,
petals trace her rendition
as the smiles she brings.

Whispers form an ovation
of seconds that nest in her heart where
I kiss the center of her palms and
curtains fall embracing her bow.