Daylight Dancer

She walks along the shoreline,
With sand between her toes,
And she holds her arms open,
Waiting to be swept away.
She's tapping her feet,
Along the skyscrapers,
And she prays for one day,
To catch a falling star in her hands.
Her eyes are rusting away,
Wearing thin from the tears,
And her heart is pinned to the dress
That her Grandmother gave her.
It is antique - peach and white,
With pearls and earrings to match,
And her hair is pinned back,
Away from her face lavished in make-up.
The red lights flash as she dances by,
Singing at the top of her lungs,
And these lullabies she screams,
Are really just stories she knows;
The stories in her eyes of herself.
And the green light flashes as she stops,
With shards of broken stars in her eyes,
And she flashes a milky smile to the traffic,
As she lifts her hands up to the sky -
With arms wide open, she stands;
Strewn along the interstate,
And headlights dance across her wet cheeks,
Drenched from the tears she cries,
But this daylight dancer gets the best of me,
When she lays down at night to go to bed,
And wakes up to look in the mirror -
Staring deep into my heart, tearing out the pieces
That were broken along the way.

-Jenna Elphick
June 7, 2007

[[If you didn't get this, this would be about how people act differently to make others happy instead of themselves. The red lights are a metaphor for stopping and finally being yourself, green lights are a metaphor for when you shake off the disguise and are actually able to reveal your true self]]