In her slumber she flies near and far, high and low, up and through the clouds,
Sunlight peaks through
her curled lashes as the morning dew begins to drip down her eyes, moistened with kisses from her main man above,
Jaded with fatigue
from dawn to dusk as if all energy flow has been drained out of her flowing brain, her veins fighting to keep up with the hustle and flow,
Moon light strikes the depths of her soul as she is rejuvenated and ready to be spun around,
Jumping with night crickets that come out at night, running with the wolves that shine at midnight….