A lonely demented patient
Locked away in a frigid dark room
Only daydreams of how she wants to pass

Imagining blue pastel flowers slowly waving in the wind
A river riding over the rocks barely seeming to touch them
Deer with damp coats of auburn fur
She dreams of this fantasy everyday

She contemplates every detail
Bruises from her slender neck vivid as soft violets
She envisions her skin white and cold as newly fallen snow
Hair suspended in the crystal clear river
Her dress hardly pigmented levitating on the surface

If only she could be free
To make all her thoughts diminish
Her soul would travel upward
To find sanctuary in Heaven