Halucinatrix Diaries...Assisted Flight

On the other side of morning in the deepest valley down, she flew skyward without warning in her faded wedding gown culminating all her ventures in a coup d'etat of flight as she scattered invitations to a wedding in the light. said the bride groom would be waiting on the stairs to heaven's door said she was anticipating seeing his dear face once more. so I waived and waved and wondered if she found him on the rise, and if every day is numbered you can't blame her if she tries, reuniting with her solider, killed abroad in foreign wars she could not grow any older waiting underneath these stars. now I stand here in the meadow in the moonlight in a trance, and I'm sure I saw a shadow of them whirling in a dance, straight across the cold division straight along the milky way, and I hope my dark decision sent her on her fated way.