Peering in each direction
Not a single soul in sight
She reaches for her magic potion
To make everything seem all right.
When the warm begins its way through her veins
She releases a thankful sigh
For this moment in time like a happy wall frame
She appears giddy and now so alive.
The sun, it is brighter, quite sublime
The flowers emanate scents of jasmine & lilac
A whirling and swirling within her confused mind
Then she suddenly realizes it’s time to go back.
The effect washes away like a low tide at sea
The warmth turns to unbearable chill
One more look around, alone again, you see
She pushed them all away, as is always her will.
~ Paige Loveland