FASHION SMILES

She dons the mask as her cocoon
Careful not to shed too soon
With folded wings she cannot fight
Repressing walls constrict her flight

Craving eyes toward the sun
Imprisoned here she cannot run
Heaven's warmth to dry her wings
So she may soar to greater things.

The masquerade a one-room ball
Til’ beauty's freed by nature's call
To arabesque among the clouds
And cast away restricting shrouds

Mistress of the deep blue sky
Awestruck when she learns to fly
Lifted by the force beneath
Fluttering, her heart bequeath

Fortunate, who her wings caress
Wearing passion's finest dress
Fashion smiles upon her grace
I close my eyes and see her face

RMB,OD 09/14/2007