Sleep, Dream, Alive Again

The past is the past, that cannot change
But the past oh the past can never once age
Time in the past stays immortal
Unlike us, as we are mortal

We chortle and say, I wish I could be back in that day
But did we know that a locket could break the nay
A girl of eleven, perched in the sky
Like a winter ghost, elevated high

She sees the past through modern eyes
She spreads her wings and high flies
Below, two children tumble in green
Though only the dog noted her gleam

She follows them during sleep
And awakes in a terrible grief
Her guardian calls the doctor
She lies still, and acts as a mocker

Through the past she flies again
But enters in time to save again
Pale white against crimson red
Golden jewels falling to the bed

She scares the crow away
But little does she know that is her last day
Floating in Scottish skies