French sirens in her head
Pink flowers on the bed
Pale and faded
Bruised and jaded
A cycle of spooks and delights

Heart is a question mark
Tree is full of sparks
Blue angel wings
Birds that don’t sing
The sandman is her best friend

Exhausted with heaven on earth
Tracing her steps back to birth
How do things grow
When time moves so slow
She’s watering her own garden

Now the bathtub calls her name
Mystery, no longer her bane
A kite flying in the sky
A curious lullaby
She now knows the meaning of life