sun-kissed skin
breaking into fine lines
etching, multiplying from one to many more
gathering in golden rays
as hair turns into
whispering white
is my longing
not raw enough
to dip this silver mane into richer pigment
to reenter the cocoon
and burst forth a butterfly?
grant me alchemy
to rescue the youth abandoned in my heart
and gift me empathy
to understand why the little girl hid away
a devoted observer,
like a single leaf
clinging to a barren tree
regret burns brighter within me
wishing to turn back time
to moments where I could have been wild and free
yet here, I face a warm reminder of dreams unchased
sitting in this sun-kissed skin