covered with fog and morning dew

Didn't have anymore time to be

loved - the bird was there as a

symbol of what had once been

important in her life.

Dressed in satin black, she had

witnessed her own funeral from

a pier - secured her from falling

in; unlike walking the plank

What had died wasn't her body

but rather it was her mind.

Always thought of everything

that had to be discovered; woke

in the morning saying, "I hope

there's something new to find;"

Even searched for the time to

find a magical love.

Then one day, without knowing it

a dream stealer came into her life

"When I get finished, there'll never

be another thought she'll understand;"

"I'll stick around awhile and play a

game, one she'll be sure to join in."

"And once I take all of her memories

both old and new, I'll sell them to the

highest bidder;" Then there was a

bright white flash - he had done his

job, it was all over; put her mind in

an old mayonnaise jar.

As he tucked the jar inside his old

tattered jacket, at it she mindlessly

glanced; on the back written in aging

thread were the words, "Lost Hope;"

She had died a hundred years ago; was

a spirit trying to make it up to heaven!

'2008' RLS