SARA

Her names not Sara
But Sara suits her so 
Its such a lovely name
Its a name, I only know.
And I could never tell her
Say, how I really feel
She will never know
What my heart reveals.

But I could sit forever 
Just to listen to her talk
Just to hear her laugh
Just to know her thoughts
Still, inside her heart
Her dreams are just asleep
There lying in the dark
Time is all we keep
Time we do not own
Trapped inside a mirror                                    
Time is all alone.

Autumn falls to winter
Sara's letters and a poem
Forever, painted silver 
Gold on marble stone.