When the walls dissolve all that’s left is the empty

Casting a dying spell, she prays for a new beginning 

Before the turbulence and the storm

There is no return to a past that burned

Aching for the start again, yearning for the void

There’s an audience in the air but no one’s there

Just the echo of a fragile launch 

The seeds curl beneath her fingers

The tulips always burst in spring

It’s her favorite season but time feels like a joke

Always running back to magic, she prays to the stars again 

Aching for the start again, yearning for the void

There’s an audience in the air but no one’s there

Just the echo of a fragile launch 

A gazebo that calls itself home, the festival is in her mind

There’s a party in the trembling rise, a saga of her time

Talking to the empty quiet, a danger in her tone

Better to forget than remember but the eye is always there