Dollar Cakes and Crayon Drawings

her lucid moments while dozen starlings take flight they sweep up into the free wind from pavement scattered by careless child at some game they roll in turbulent air and gift the new born day with melodies sweet enough to lull even this madwoman's mind i cant even find my way out of the dark puzzle pattern of her eyes all the arranged pieces like tin soldiers poised just so in the thunder of war for romantic effect the things we never speak of and the novels our hearts weave are worlds apart the sunlight reflected as the day wanes the thoughts held near and dear we bring out of their hidden box like trappings of a secret life costumes we try on in the secret of night masks we all wear to hide the truth from ourselves