She found home but there's still something missing
journey after journey, time after time.
She found and lost love too many times.
Her world seems static now. Words are just words.
While her mind travels everywhere back and forth.
Slow music, slow pink dance, windy white curtains
in an
immense saloon.
Wooden floors. High ceiling. Large windows.
She lays on the floor. Lost and found at once.
Imagining funny shape clouds of blue and yellow.
The heavy rain - raining everywhere around her.
diamond stars.
Amateur theater; real audience.
She goes alone in the night.
She feels the noise and lets it complete her thoughts.
Everywhere, anywhere.
The book seems finished but there is no end.
There's always wine, and music, dimmed light.
And the balcony from the castle.
