She turns keys into the dream
opens doors to let the sun in
ushers the light and its beam
into the hallway of its frame
She stages beauty in a rhyme
then stops to claim her shine
from the stars above and then
she moves around beautifully
With the moon and its brightness
smiling back to the flowers and
making hands in hands shadows
on the face of her own lovely sea
She gets the breeze playing
with her hair like a song
to be heard down the line
all the way to the world inside
She gets heard saying the words
so lovely sleeping on her lips
like a charm in love and ecstasy
she gets the wind to be heard
And her soft lightness look
toward the skies is so deep
as if in a worship veneration of
the feelings dwelling her heart
She gets the blooming flowers
coming to seek her own advice
how to be so lovely painted
on the face of her own story
She gets the heart to be joyful
she gets the joy to be heartfelt
she is the holder of the key
secrets of a dream that shine
By aurumium
© 2006 aurumium (All rights reserved)
