10/21/10;
Moving are the broken waves of past mistakes
Behind her gallops stallions of ocean blue, that never existed
Her bridge never strong enough to carry a heavy heart
To run towards the mountains-no; she dreamed of flying.
After all, a light irradiates from the nothing of the sea
In time the moon will make her dance above the dreary waves
And a tempered path will stretch across the sky
Where her wings will color a rainbow into the heart of the mountains.
