As if she drank the moonlight
when the night had fallen,
They shone with a twinkle
this morning, her eyes.
Each word, each syllable was
dipped in honey mayhap;
yes, they who listened to her
were enchanted today, it carried a
lilt of some unheard melody, her voice.
She saw the world today
as if dawn had painted it
in colors tinted with pixie dust,
her feet tapped to a rhythm
she hadn’t heard before,
the world was suddenly
a magical place, cause she was
kissed by a dream today.
Painted In Words 