Her eyes were filled with million stars,
With infinite-seemed floating candy clouds,
Of bed of roses and butterflies,
And smells of flowers and morning dew.
Till she began to reach the purple curtain,
And opened the windows behind,
Slippers moved through doors of childhood,
And swept away with pens and books.
Then lipstick painted thy innocent lips,
Set the mind with new perspective,
Entered the smoke of lost illusions,
Graciously surrendered the things of youth.
A seek to find the missing piece,
Succumed awhole with love,
A new life would be born soon,
Under the bright lights of their honeymoon.
At last the journey had come full circle,
And as she watched these things to wither,
She closed her eyes and tried to recall,
How it all started, she's just too old to remember.
