It was the dance of freedom that she longed for more than anything else, the freedom to just be her wild beautiful self.

she breathed in deeply the dark wooded secrets of her heart as the light illuminated the cool spaces of the forest chatter.

she paused and squinted and tried to bring it into focus and then she decided to follow the path and trust in the light even though she couldn't actually see where it was that she was going.

she danced lightly across the water sinking deeper and deeper into the real world until her voice could no longer be distinguished from the subtle song of fairy wings dripping droplets of love.

she remembered how he would walk the beach searching for the piece that spoke the words of his heart and how rough hands would polish and shine until she too could hear the words.

She saw the bright orange pop of a smile and knew that she had found her home.

As she painted light strokes with her eyes, her fingers trailed along searching through the mist of her emotion for truth and instead she found her heart.

Her fingers traced the condensation of a fresh squeezed lemonade and she wondered what went on behind those doors, what magic lifted up the notes of a dreamy saxophone and altered minds of dancing hearts enclosed in the walls of yesterday.

The fairies weaved in and out of nector swollen thimbles swirling and fluttering drunken wings in a frenzied dance that caused her eyes to blurr and her heart to fill.