Until Then

She wears shades

On cloudy days,

Hears rhymes

Whispered by willows

And deeply breathes them in

Until it’s time to exhale

The words through her pen

She waltzes with memories

Until sadness cuts in

And then her dancing shoes disappear

There’s never a prince to find them

But there’s always next year

She can play the piano with her heart

But her hands aren’t as smart

No one understands

And she says that’s okay

she gets lost in the darkness

trying to find a brand new day

and the man on the moon

Has no hands to point the way

 or join in with a violin

So she shakes her head

And gives a sigh

Wishes the sky

Wasn’t so high

Jealous of planes

They have no soul, yet they can fly

She doesn't want to blend

She doesn't want to mend

She just wants to be

without stubbing her toes on distractions

that interrupt the beauty

One day 

she’ll find a way

When she remembers how to try

Until then, she’ll stand alone

Just like the letter I.