Follow The Moonbeams.

-Follow The Moonbeams.-

In a darkened room she sits with her head on her hands - -
Looking to the moon; praying to the only one who understands
Blond curls hide her eyes as she bows her head in disgrace
Tumbling through life, shattered dreams she tries to chase.

She's hiding her cuts and bruises under baggy clothes
Concealing her eyes under sunglasses and a broken nose
People stop to stare as she walks by, never stopping to avail
Not noticing blood shot eyes and a face so pale.

There's yelling coming through the floor; she falls to her knees
Hushed agony muffling her broken hearts shattered pleas
Falling from grace, she prays to the decaying stars
Taking her time to justify the reasons for her rusting scars.

As she wipes the porcelain tears from her face
She packs all of her bags for outer space
Waiting for someone to come and repair her dreams - -
She prepares herself to follow the moonbeams.

© Jenna Elphick
October 9, 2006.