It stemmed from a photograph,

This dream of mine,

Of a woman,

Against the jovial blue sky.

Her body,

Soaked in the puddle of sunlight,

Her hair, aligned with the wind,

her lips,

stretched in the essence of beautiful tulips.

I chased that dream,

through every labyrinth and seldom rocky ways,

through the tangle of my nerves,

 and the web of my tears.

 through the spines of utterances and the arrows of society.

 I crossed every fence,

 bruised and battered,

 I stepped my foot  in the yellow fields,

I too spread my arms and lift my chin to kiss the sun that had long been waiting

Only to find the scorch of the sun and bites over my feet

And that yellow no longer was my favorite color.

As I paused, the wind blew another photograph in my face.