A porcelain angel.

Eyes glazed…

Drenched with indecision.

To be a witness,

Like a cat on the front porch

Making no speculation

Or judgment-

Just a smile.

She nods,

As if to fall sleep.

Eyes closed

Only to open

When startled.

A dream world

Coated with cotton candy dresses,

Sips like the tea

Held against her lips.

Silence is golden.

Perfectly suited for emptiness.

What more could she ask for,

Than to have them say,

You have such beautiful eyes..