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by Magik
Laughing through the blight of indifference,
She dances in a meadow of yellow.
The child met the demon and he vanished
So she laughs like the lark in the trees.
She spins on wings of gold across the field
The wind will never keep her down
For her wings stretch out too far.
I watch her feeling like a spy
As she time dances.
Just once she pauses to gaze at me
And my heart falls below my knees
Because this is what innocence looks like.
She spins on her toes
The multicolored strands of hair flying
And the mismatched eyes singing.
Butterflies touch her fingers
Becoming gossamer bubbles.
With a laugh, she spins round to face me...
But I have gone.
Fled the field of yellow flowers
With a bag slung on my back
And my red hair uncombed.
She stands perplexed in the meadow
Surrounded by flowers and birds
But she doesn't feel much like dancing anymore.
My dog runs to her and licks her face.
Reminding her that I did not plan to stay long.
My journey continues.
It leads me down paths my siblings would never walk.
It takes me places that they won't follow.
Yet, as I escape my duties
I see her eyes,
One blue the other green
And I wonder if I have done something wrong
Because she never dances in the field anymore.
The larks never sing with her and
Her smile is upside down as she pets my dog.
I wonder...and then continue walking.
