Never to be found

In a meadow sprinkled with daisies, sat she.
Forlorn perhaps, perhaps happy.
Her smile didn't convey,
what her heart may have felt.
Her eyes looked so far beyond,
her skin senseless.

The daisies lost their bloom,
as the sun went down.
She turned her back
and walked down the meadow far out to town.

They had seen her happy,
When? They don't remember.
They had heard stories of her smile,
her laughter and her times.
Her eyes shone like gold,
her smile sparkled of love behold.
Her soul fluttered like a butterfly
and her laughter was a roar.

She awaits a time,
when memories would bring her soul back to town,
But, now as the daisies freeze under the layer of snow knee deep,
she walks the cold lanes of the town,
in search of a lost promise,
never to be found.