Orchestra
Comes eventide, she dances wild,
Painting the sky with a thousand melodies-
Soft wind brushing against bare skin,
Lilting with the windy branches;
She has a penchant for dreaming,
Concocting evenings dipped in red;
Her world filled with the smell of rainbows
While she dances on without care.
Little did she know, falling down
Deep into the rabbit hole,
That everything she had known
Would come to a change;
But that sacred space had long awaited her
To partake in its magical kingdom,
Void of logic and belief, where time
Lost its authority over all meaning.
Away from a world that policed,
She found herself lighting up the night sky
Among countless stars that glimmered
With no fear of the glaring world.
Submerged into a stellar orchestra,
She arose from her brokenness,
Singing of love and tenderness,
Knowing she would never be the same again.
