She sits at her desk

She sits at her desk
beneath the cool
of her memories and the evening breeze
where her thoughts turn
to the stars and what has slipped
away and what remains
as the day falls to sleep.

She sits at her desk,
her vision searches
to the south across the waves
where imagination meets memory
in a jeweled moment
before she rises to turn out
the light, moves through
the still of the room to her bed,
lays her head upon the softest of dreams
and slowly watches the day fall to sleep.