A little like poetry

free for the moment

she floats above the cypress trees
the sky is hers to roam
she breathes the air without the tears
and touched clouds, like foam
she dances near the sun and yet
she doesn't feel too warm
she falls upon the fluffy clouds
which has become her life's norm

She's flying higher, higher now
she's swooping after birds
She's falling faster, faster as
she hears young laughing girls

The magic's gone, there's no more spell
tears are slipping from her eyes
she's grasping, onto anything
she's falling through her skies

She's bleeding out, the world can see
her dark reality
even in her dreams she could
never set herself free

Nov9th 2006

(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 2:30:00 AM