She drank champagne out of a coffee mug
She had day dreams at night, nightmares during the day
Her face was naked to the world every day, natural
Her heart was naked to the world too
Her eyes sang songs and her lips whispered stories
Her spirit wasn't contained by her body, it swirled around her infecting the people surrounding her
She was unaware of reality and reality was unaware of her
She danced through time and time danced through her
And as the years flew by she became lighter, hollow
When the world penetrated her reality
Her little reality became an unreality, a place to hide from everything around her
Colors diluted, sound harsher, touch rougher
Her reality a tortoise shell, a veil and she became lighter and the wind threatened to blow her away.
Scene changes, ocean enters, she enters
She's on a Dover cliff now and the wind is stronger
Hair free, veil being ripped away, youth gone
Halfway into womanhood but she's hardly here
She is in her own golden reality
And the wind blows
her
a w a y.
posted on my new blog: http://thewindblewheraway.blog.com/2016/03/03/when-the-wind-blows/