New Beginning, New Day

When You See Her It's Alright To Stare

The sign up above reads,

three-five-zero-zero.

The door is shut, holding out all the unnatural light,

all the noise, all the smells.

Walking up to the door it magically opens

so lets go inside and take a peek ....

colors of every kind swirl in front of our eyes,

sweet smells of fresh food and delicious calories float in the air.

not sure about you but I feel a little light headed,

sitting down we see a round petite woman,

with a unique walk, she has pep in her step

a limp some people may make fun of.

Though I know we were taught it is rude to stare we stare anyway,

we don't stare because we think its funny or ugly,

we stare because we are intrigued at how beautiful each step she takes is

each step happier than the one before it with a bounce of purpose,

a spring of something wonderful is just about to happen,

any moment now, there is greatness coming, she feels it

she makes us feel it, until she walks out of our sight.

There we sit frowning til another woman grabs our attention with hair streaked with flames of fire,

the color resembling the tip of an incense that is lit religiously every morning,

when the light shines on her hair there is a mist of smoke that reminds us

all fires turns to ash, this makes us sweat and we turn away from her

all heated up we sit there shivering, suddenly uncomfortable,

in an instant fearful, something about her posture exudes danger.

We think we know what she is but were afraid to admit it so we

sit there in silence, hoping she will leave.

Don't look at me like that, weren't you thinking the same thing?

The security man in rapture over her red flamed outside beauty,

goes over to the prince of darkness's mate with lustful desires filling up his mind, like a bathtub filling up with sticky liquid his mind bubbles.

Her potion of spells has worked on him, for he was weak with arrogance.

In his hands is the speaker to report suspicious activity of which he will not use,

we know as the lady of fire leaves the room she will have gotten away,

for he had greeted her with a hearty, friendly, clueless salutation of goodwill,

taking her sly look of malice for an innocent, sweet, woman

a harmless being because her body held much beauty.

He stood too close to the flame to see the inside of her soul

where the danger lived, the danger that would make him burn,

he would become her prisoner.

We look at each other with a confusing stare then we

see the lady with the limp come back,

the rhythm of her steps as energetic now as when she first began,

the small sounds vibrating a song of dance that brings

peace, harmony, happiness to those who can see her

to those who watch, only a small few are blessed to see her.

Watching the door open up to let her out we watch her out of sight,

thankful for that today we had seen an Angel.

The security burned by The woman of flames has his back facing us, only looking to where the woman of flames had been,

never seeing the Angel who walked right past him.