Fancying the chords that stuck her soul she sat admist darkness and a handful of sunshine,
The little she wanted to suffice her soul with.
Dragons and hungry balloons .
She caressed one and played with the other,
And wondered how much it costs to be the first one to read the thunder.
She walked for miles and miles and Stopped short at a wild fire.
She hung her gloves and took its shelter,
Knowing how much its going to carve the rest of her hunger.
The idea of a better symphony led her out of the door next morning.
She woke up to a song that was blazed with the irony.
She rode the horse and kissed a thousand words goodbye.
And dreamt of the King of the long forgotten island.
He stands still. He's every where.
Yet he's no where to be found.
Hushing and gushing about his new life ,
The mad king forgot he owed her a pound.
She watched perplexed and raised a massive toast.
To the only man who lived on that boat.
Is that human or am I differently designed?
I seem to feel a strange pause in the middle of my heart.
It stops and its starts to haunt me again, later at night.
When the stars keep me company sympathetic for the night before tonight.
And the one before tonight.
This is in no particular order , she told herself.
There's a star that shines tonight .
Moderately pacifying.
I wasn't here to invite your soul.
But I think I have, regardless .
The tiny blur wants to fade away.
But she holds it a little too strong to let go.
She holds it in the safest place she knows.
The mirror, she said, belongs to me.
Just like you.
That said , she shut the door and ran away .
Far from the tranquility of silence .
And everything that comes with a warning of hope.
