She paints in grey, she closes her eyes
Till fireworks and palm trees almost look alike
She looks up to me and whispers
“I won’t be here in a year…”~*~
The twist of fate slowly unravels
Stitches of a life once so twizzled
As two souls were dancing against
The beating rain and the drizzle
.
Onto the soft night’s calm singing
Phantom piano playing Debussy
Lively bright tunes ever mingling
With darker whispers of secrecy
.
Isabelle, she playfully twirled
And fiddled with her flowered hair
Laughing quite politely at first
And asking for stories and silly dares
.
But vulnerable here in the open fields
She dares, not anymore, to lie
And starts sobbing harshly against
The tinkling music box lullaby
.
The shadows held her closer there
As the stars wept silver stardust
Sprinkling glitter falls everywhere
Beautiful tears of care and trust
.
Vespertine symphony playing hope
Their shattered hearts were mended
And the barbed wires that choked
Their bruised necks were unraveled.
~*~
…Isabelle hides so I could find my way
I’d give anything just to surround your dreams…
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake