My daughter's pond

The blood was blush
beneath her cheek.
The frozen sheet
beneath her feet.
She came this far
to follow her fears;
The childish dreams
she permit
herself believe.
Her eyes were lost
on the curve of the moon,
pointing her lost direction
But as she slid her feet to shore,
she dared the earth
to swallow her whole.
And that is why
the snow does melt
on this edge of
my daughter’s pond.

written on 02/04/2010 by: Matt Kane