Poppies
Paradise
And playing the moon game
With the last vestiges of sin
All a memory forgotten
Have no fear
Drink it in
You children of
The Valley of
Ten Thousand Smokes

The life in you
Has passed on

Listen

If time is kind
You'll be given
2nd chance
To grasp
What you learned

From the 1st mistake

A man is always
A man
Until he meets
A MAN
Then, he is
A boy

The moon hung like a chandelier from a charcoal ceiling studded with jewel like diamond stars...

Beneath a pair of candy eyes, caramel hair and ivory skin draped in a little silk garment stood still, looking up... Asking the universe for help...

Filled with doubt and sadness... She wondered if she could ever make it...

But then curiously,after a period of time, music filled the air... And like a puppet  her hands and legs began shaking... drowned in a sea of harmony...

Her stiff body began moving in graceful steps...
And she twirled and swirled... danced on her toes... drawing shapes in the air...tapping her feet to the heavenly beat...

Her mind was filled with memories of a time before her birth... When she was amongst the stars dancing and playing amidst the nebulas...

Now as she stood dancing her gratitude filled the air like fragrance that made the moon smile with delight...

A rainbow pride filled her heart as her mind whispered a lovely secret:
'The heavens taught her to dance..! '