As I was watching you dance
the expressions and your body's movement
While I was lying on the sheets,
imagining and swinging in daydreams
At least gracefully,
like the Lady in the old daytime painting

While you were gliding trough the air,
dancing with the rhythm of the wind
and flying like the lightest feather

A Black Swan
as you called yourself
Because even though you’re dressed in white
I saw the Black Swan on the outside
and within yourself

Outside of the diner,
with people and planes and cars
first I tried vanilla ice cream,
then I tasted the flavor of stars

the noises started fading out
the atmosphere in which I fly
Above
It’s color
all painted in pastel,
like in the movie
Vanilla Sky