Equinox.
The pale face, Once so cold and quiet Becomes pink and gold A warm smile bubbles to the surface As she recalls the days of old; And she spins and twirls And puts on her prettiest gown Dancing away from where she was once bound The cracked dried arms Turn to free swinging hands decorated in lime Collecting each pearl, Each joyous dime; Her perfume is brand new Light and delicious to the core, Addicting and sweeter than that of any department store Her eyes glow Long gone is her frown The light parts her hair And puts silver linings in her gown; She is ready now For the festival of the year Where everyone joins her parade Forever will they revere.