Her, a silent twilight, alura of lights, glitter outside
from the in. A sublime way, letting go of her own
queenness, surpassing poetry and any narrative
of symphony. Thought ballet tried to replicate.
Belonging only to herself, for herself and none other,
than the chess game of mind, body and soul.
Musical actions, outgrowing sentimentality. Modern art,
portrait paintings, clanker's orchestra. Mystical
in fluid literature, writing such as these, potent poetic
prose. To where she won’t notice, nor even care.
Mother to art. Sister to romance. Regal without effort.
Harmony in thy soul. Because her breathe is harmony
in this world. Where this earth or matrix, perhaps
isn’t as sinful as I thought. (I repose from spells,
there is a belief in love and romance that sparkles
in this world as poetry.)

she giggled &smiled; as he daddy held her. Times she could never get back; she'll always remember. But; As her memories started to fade, he did also. A broken heart is all it led to. Once a pretty little butterfly.. With not a care in the world; turned a dull little moth, hiding in the shadows. She thought "if he doesn't want me, who ever will?" &As; she drowned in her thoughts, &let; his absence control her.. Her beauty started to fade, &pushed; others away! Eye never thought.. eye'd could find the day; eye could honestly say: his absence turns into strength! His control turns into forgiveness; eye am older now &worthy; of Love! Eye am beautiful, eye know what Love feels like, so today: eye share an Era of Alura Lee: the girl who dreamt of a Father.