Like the eye of a tornado
She's calm but empty inside
Can she take a swallow
Of your pretty little mind

Could she barrow your eyes
So she can see from the other side
The places you have been
While she reads your mind

And possibly be able to tell
What it is that you see
When you look at this strange girl,
A sea-vessel in a shell is she

Her eyes are made from stars
Her skin is the ocean's sand
Her words are messages in bottles
Her thoughts spread paper thin

A little dove from liquid love
With wings that float above
The star-less, moon-lit night
As soft as a feather's touch

Dream a little dream
What a wishful thing to do
Awakened with eyes shut tight
Perhaps curiosity holds the clue

Soft-spoken in silence
By lips of the intangible
Words carved from sentences
Make feelings appear more manageable

A soul search and dive
Hoping to reconnect
The dots that take align
And hold the secrets of the sky

Mysteries and reveries
Paint the canvas of the brain
Maybe a flightless bird
Is the best she's ever been

Weaving intentions in the constellations
As patience sets the pace
Who will be her saving grace?
A fireproof love
To set ablaze

She wants to draw a love song
With the collection of her madness
A picture of beauty, hope, truth, and logic
A soft brush painting with colors of magic