The flowers are tired tonight
Breathless as the air around
A mix of moon dust and star light
A lunar eclipse comes out

The stars evade the clouds
With a sky so silent, I hear moonbeams
The wind beckons to the distant hounds
"It is his last night, run free."

Let's accept this moment
Where is the harmony
In those free from inner torment?
It is rare to be without fragility

As I shed my frayed clothes
My nature is laid naked for thy senses
I accept the highs and lows
Knowing the depths of my resilience

She was that kind of woman
That the wind washed over her face
The flowers emanated from her
a scent of a time forgotten

Do not be afraid
I tell myself every waking night
Have courage, I reassure myself
You will see the moonlight

is often rotten inside.
Shiny red with golden highlights,
hanging by a thread
glistening moonlight.

You take a bite
and you wince.
You kissed a frog
not the prince.

We are victors in a sea of naysayers
We are soothsayers able to the see it all
Change is our ally and honesty is our guide
Step out of the dark, so you can shine in the light

We have the gift of sight in a world of lost souls
We are the blind in the land of the wise too
Art is our calling and emotion is our sword
Here's my plight and passion for a kingdom of dust

I will hold my head high and let my wings outstretch
I will allow my broken mind to heal
At last I will be free to speak up
But I like a bird will follow others in silent flight

That's my curse and my calling
To fly like I have never before
But I have never flown and let my heart be free
My art, my pencils, and my calligraphy

All for nothing?
But this is what I breathe

She flips through the pages of her magazine
Cherishes her wine and perfume in the evening
You can't tell the strain she's been under all the this time
You only see the graceful ballerina and not her dances on fire