She dances on the wind,
and pirouettes towards the stars
Sailing in a johnboat towards Jupiter and Mars.
Catching fallen stars to watching their fiery glow.
Singing a river-song as the sun is setting low.
She does all this in dreams.
Brightly they appear.
A kaleidoscope in spectrums
Of visions, smoke, and mirrors.
She sometimes likes the limelight
but self-doubt keeps her low.
A path towards her story
Seeds she’s yet to sow.
