I am waving a golden ribbon about like a banner of promise in the perfect sky. Laughter in the silence bounces on the clouds like a little child's smile to his mother's eyes.
I am rocking back and forth when I realize that I am being shaken; the demons throw my world into utter chaos and I realize that my eyes are open. I see purple during the day.
Golden, pink. Sunset, sunrise. Only the clouds and the sky are as blue as her eyes. I am content now or something like a dream. Tendencies that torment turn to dust with the smile on that face.