C inderella hides her tattered clothes and tear stained face from the world

O ceans in her eyes conceal shipwrecks beneath their waves no one will ever see

C rystals rain from her empty soul as her heart gently cries itself to sleep

A n angel hears those crystals shattering and he floats down to sweep them up

I n his hand is dust from heaven to make her sparkle but he warns(though by now she knows)
N othings lasts forever, and you will fade back to shadows once the

E vanescent cry of Midnight’s song echoes through the night


C atching the moonlight she dances with the stars, flying through

O pen doors, leading to a world she was forever denied

C arefree notes of laughter dart like baby birds from her smiling cherry lips spurting

A nswers to questions she didn’t know she had burning

I nside her. Everything is so beautiful, so vibrant and she is so alive, there is

N othing she cant do. Simultaneously at one and above everything in this

E uphoric state of ecstasy. And she is perfection until the


C hime of Midnight’s bells suck this feeling

O ut of her veins. Her gums are numb but the feeling is returning

C raving, yearning, needing more, the stars which once kissed her fingertips

A re now barely visible, a distant glimmer from the

I cicle cage she has fallen back into. In the whispers of the

N ight, mocking fingers of angels’ laughter leave her(as she by now knew it would) somehow more
E mpty than she was before

06/27/2005

Posted on 06/27/2005
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