There is…

There is a story that gathers like a mist inside my head
Like a rainbow cloud that keeps changing
Reminds me of a roof with Christmas lights
Happy endings and the Lady Bird series
The memories of a blissful childhood

There is a war we don’t fight with our tongues
We just don’t fight it at all
But we still end up on the joyous side
We argue with our words
But settle on the trail of tranquility

There is the man that every girl dreams of
She wants this and all of that
She conjures them and reshapes at will
The game of fantasies ever changing
It is narrow and revolving.

Vera