She sits on a fence and stares at the stars
In search of the girl she once knew so well,
In silvery light her tears silent fall
Heaven a place in dreams only dwell.
The tears she sets free made purely of glass
That shatter fragmented the fears that they hide,
Confusion still searching for answers unknown
As moonlight and madness obscure her mind.
R.M Roberts ©2009
Tales From Behind A Cushion 
I have only two words, “You’re great”