Vapour

This unclouding of the mind takes many forms for Daphne,
From a cherry tree to a cheap limousine,
She chooses the usual routes,
But its not unclouding,
But a build up of vapour,
Until a storm reenacts in her head,
Til' droves screech tirelessly in her ear,
She senses the waves,
In the distance,
But nobody hears a sound,
A humble beginning,
When her pupils constrict to shut out the light,
A conscience so delicate,
When her pupils leave class because they can't stand the sight,
Of a mourner with nothing to grieve,
But a hedgehog caught in the spotlight