CHERYL

Her stellar eyes

reflect those meteorites.

From the night we

watched the jiving starlight.

Disco dream girl and

the natural hues she adorns.

Dark hair and soft twirls,

as radiant as a mirrorball.

A friend to all but

A romance book calls.

She keeps to her room,

but she’s a lively maroon.

Wise beyond her years

or is it her reserved fears

of what’s to come?

The day we crash into the sun.

Meteor showers, the secluded beach

She boogies ‘til her woes are clean.

It makes me wish on the flowers

that I’d be more like her.