Hazy, dreamy, naive

She took a step.

Held a hand, walked


Like a cat they slipped away unnoticed.

Caught in a solstice.

Held on tight and never asking

Then the knots loosened

Fingers widened;

The rope started shaking

Forces kept on knocking

Holding tight, kept on walking;

The magic faded,

No longer dreaming.

Hands grew lighter,

Loneliness heavier.

As she walked,

She felt alone.

Time let go;

For what seemed balanced

Is but a one person show.

Searching for hope,

Is like walking on tightrope.

Looking at the moon, she remembered

He said,”Come”

She jumped forward.

What was lost

Now she searches

Walking on tightrope

Never letting go…



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