• Her dark violet and silver eyes
    Telling stories and showing no lies
    Lightly edged by soft snow white lace
    Outlined simply by black
    Surrounding her pale, thin face

    With a dark cherry red smile
    Brightening her face all the while
    Her partner twirling her over the sky
    And softly ’round the moon
    Dancing over the stars, so high

    Tap, tap, tap over the clouds their shoes go
    Whistling softly the wind did blow
    Through the curls of raven black hair
    Came the wind, the breeze
    As the two gracefully danced on the air

    Moonlight shining down from above
    Lit up her dress—white like a dove
    For hours and hours they happily twirled
    Never tiring or stopping
    Until the light of the sun around them swirled

    The castle on a cloud they then returned to
    Watching the day begin anew
    Reaching up were the sun’s soft, spiraling rays
    Filling the pearly palace
    Where it shone bright through each of the days

    Again they danced—now with the sun
    Racing—each one the other trying to outrun
    Her dress became the cotton candy sky at dawn
    Pastel roses and lavenders
    She was a sunset—no longer a swan

    A paradise for them was this
    Filled with happiness and bliss
    Dancing lightly all day long
    Whirling and spinning
    While in their hearts played a soft song
    A shooting star he pulled down for the girl
    Shining and sparkling with colors like a pearl
    A surprised but happy smile she gave him
    And for she knew not what to say
    She hugged him, on a whim

    Suddenly the colors all faded
    And her eyes he sadly evaded
    A single tear rolled down her cheek
    As the world blurred
    And seemed suddenly bleak

    Waking up, she looked around
    There were no clouds for the ground
    Sadly she closed her eyes anew
    Wishing it back, wishing it back
    When nothing happened, she bid the memory adieu

    A bright spark of light caught her glance
    She stared at it, confused, as if in a trance
    Floating lightly, suspended in the calm
    With, abruptly, no wind
    Hung the star, as she held out her palm

    Gliding silently, it flew to her hand
    Reminding her of the far off land
    No more would she worry about forgetting that realm
    For it would always be a memory
    But still her sadness threatened to overwhelm

    The shooting star swiftly shone out
    Reminding her all about
    The bliss she had so happily known
    The smiles, not tears
    As she sat there, not quite alone