Through a veil of gossamer dawn,
A shadow sweeps across the lawn.
The earth hums soft where her footfalls play,
Leaves whisper hymns in her fleeting sway.
Oh,
the sky bends low to kiss her,
A seraph's breath,
a fleeting whisper,
Caged in this mortal frame,
Yet boundless all the same.
She's a storm in a paper jar,
A hymn for the hollow hearts of four,
Dancing where the angels stray,
Only the wind remembers her name.
The fire wings through mirrored skies,
She spins the threads where silence lies,
Oh,
to be held by her fleeting grace,
To taste the salt of her tempest's face.
And oh,
she paints with starlight's flicker,
Time bends and ripples,
flowing quicker,
Here where her echoes sing,
The tethered soul takes wing.
She's a storm in a paper jar,
A hymn for the hollow hearts of four,
Dancing where the angels stray, Only the wind
remembers her name.
Catch her if you dare, the clouds will cry,
She's a fleeting mirage, a tear in the sky,
But as the thunder rolls and breaks,
You'll find her face in every lake.
Her
breath
lingers in the quiet air,
A secret lost, a whispered prayer,
And though her song will fade, dissolve,
In every heart her dreams revolve.