In Between

Dancing with the night
Stars shine through her perfect eyes
Kicking up the leaves

Her dark face shines with freedom
Moving with the turning earth

Sweet cinnamon smells
Waft across the frigid breeze
Mingled with damp soil

The dew has become feathers
Branching out in veins of frost

Her feet never touch
Delicate lines of white stay
Waiting for the dawn

She never reaches the sky
She never touches the ground

Autumn leaves lay still
Moved only by the night wind
They pass on below

Her feet never touch the sky
Her feet cannot reach the ground

Stars shine through her eyes
The cold white glow of the sky
She cannot be seen

She whirls and twirls with the air
Her white feet move with the earth

Wind rustles the leaves
Trapped against her smooth white skin
Perfect eyes long closed

The red leaves lay around her
The damp sweet earth enfolds her

Sweet cinnamon smells
Waft across the frigid breeze
Mingled with damp soil

Red leaves curl around white skin
The damp sweet earth enfolds her

Dancing with the night
In between the earth and sky
Turning with the world

She touches neither and waits
For another dawn to come

Waiting to be found
In between the earth and sky
Waiting to be found.