Thoughts lay in tiny bubbles
color of worlds imagined deep within
meditate the way into the dreams
set free the dark in the silence of a fast beating heart.
Latent ideas waiting to be tapped
with a gentle push they fly higher
catching the wind and disappearing into the thinness,
she softly whispers her wish into the night.
Hours pass in a solitude
not quite confined yet trapped momentarily by images
yesterday and the fast paced beat of the fear
to consume or expel into the light
there is only one way to go.
She wears the scars of a thousand battles
invisible to the eye of those who peer within
the balm of time is the salve to heal
and the holes will close
leaving only a faint remnant behind,
of a day in the life better left forgotten
like dust motes scattered
and soundless they blow
into the eternity of space and energy,
watching the specks disappear
and tucking away the memory