my ballet queen
her walk down the aisle is all i remember a journey of aspiration, the way beyond her imagination dreams with wings bowed down to bestow her for she had marveled them,leveling their mystics to a real world her last walk ,a moment to mesmerize for then she was distant, distant forever every time i see through my monocle i see dragonflies reminiscing her aura fireflies just like the shimmering light in her her toes like tiny pins on the floor, her movements as swift as a swan atimes ferocious like a storm sometimes soft and sober like a unicorn her soft lily perfume lingers around the theater her absence a fantasy none get over