Her body was youthful
And her mind was wild,
But she was not free
The world did not share her
Vision
For there was
An air of mistrust
Too stagnant for her eyes
She could only dream

She would always dress in red
Sleeping next to a cherry tree
With its wavering
Cherries
Just enough
But barely for survival
And she knew
Scrapping cherries until her last breath
Won't satisfy

From the cherry's vantage point
She took a glimpse of all her universe
She realized her world was no breath of satisfaction
Her eyelids, her only saving grace

In a fantastic land
A magical gem appeared upon her behind peridot clouds
"Fly to me and be my guide
I will show you passion
I will dress you in diamonds of red"

All these years,
Her heart was jaded with despair and confusion
But now post her dream,
A radiance of hope had followed
Amazed by the beauty of her dreams
Infused with glitters, rainbows and iridescent pearls
Her world became clear
She did not desire anything else
But a liberation
Of her heart and her soul
A desire of a cleansing, a pure resurrection
The magical gem in her dreams became
Her hope for air