Her Name?

Wearing a sun kissed golden gown she walks in the fields
Her fingers dancing in the white flowers
Carrying the smiles in the basket in another hand
She walks by my poems.
The skies so blue with clouds painted in white
Like a crown set wears them.
Let the birds bring those joyful flowers.
Knead them into a necklace.

Let her wear the sun as a jewel.
Dancing and shining on her neck.
I grab the necklace and it turns into night
I wonder if there would be light to bring me home
Oh she shines. Shines light on my path.
We walked in the gardens until we reached home.
Who are you I inquired. She wrote her name on my palm and left.
What did she answer I wonder.
I woke up.
I looked for her in the dreams over and over.

Finally they let me down into the grave.
I wonder if I would ever see her.
In the deepest darkness, in the bleakest moment she appeared.
What should I call you I asked.
She turned my hand around,
She was CALLED TIME.