Dear Starlet,
To dance
On water,
On spring,
On the meadow,
On the brink
Of existence
To dance
Your cares away.
This is you under that shirt,
Under those words,
Under the sucking waves,
Inside this opaque shell,
Inside the tower you call self,
Behind the morn/noon/evening masquerade,
Beneath the weight of fears,
This is you shining.
