Pink Particles
Sipping pink lemonade,
she dances on stars
creating deeper groves along her
delicate feet.
But she doesn’t jump
and pump her fists into the moonlit darkness,
she dances...
subtly,
slowly swaying
to invisible rhythms
that vibrate along the particles
of her starry world.
Her breaths
are minuscule
as she lets the pink liquid dreams
trickle down her throat...
she savours it
with fluttering eyes
and an absent mind.
They call her crazy,
but she’s in her own world,
the beautiful world people forget to look up at,
forget to take the time to take it all in:
the brightest and the dimmest of stars
the speckles of music that drift in milky waves
the silent hopes that flow throughout their veins.
she sees it all.
she moves through it all and doesn’t waste a second or a feeling
as her heart mellows to the absent world around her.