Pink Particles

Sipping pink lemonade,

she dances on stars

creating deeper groves along her

delicate feet.

But she doesn’t jump

and pump her fists into the moonlit darkness,

she dances...

subtly,

slowly swaying

to invisible rhythms

that vibrate along the particles

of her starry world.

Her breaths

are minuscule

as she lets the pink liquid dreams

trickle down her throat...

she savours it

with fluttering eyes

and an absent mind.

They call her crazy,

but she’s in her own world,

the beautiful world people forget to look up at,

forget to take the time to take it all in:

the brightest and the dimmest of stars

the speckles of music that drift in milky waves

the silent hopes that flow throughout their veins.

she sees it all.

she moves through it all and doesn’t waste a second or a feeling

as her heart mellows to the absent world around her.