She soon discovered that if she squinted her eyes just right, she could see the fairies dancing, glitter flying off the swirl of their skirts.

she opened her eyes wide to let the light in and found herself breathing in the curled bark wisdom of the trees.

she had such great adventures as she traveled across the globe, her fingers clicking towards the sunset dance of her imagination.

she liked how her tears hung quietly in the morning darkness waiting for the sun to burn them away.

She dipped her brush deep into the earth and found a whispered secret of herself.

She always sang in the light so that the flame burned bright in the night of yellow wished stars.

When she misplaced her glasses, she discovered that she could no longer hear the music float up through the air.

The tart drip of your words is softened by the soft glide of red wine laughter.