And just like that, it was all over,

Nightfall had turned into skyfall.

It was all over like leaves falling from the trees

And snow melting, losing its battle to Spring.

But do things that go around come back around?

It was all over, and the air that blew

across her face suddenly became clearer like

Lucid dreaming.

It was all over and the walls of man-made

Spakle that confined her obliterated into smoke.

Something so light, so airy, so dangerous 

Was so easy to grasp in her hands 

But she threw it into oblivion instead.

FIN