the changeling

the changeling sits
wistfully staring out the window

dreaming of different landscapes
of unfamiliar textures and tastes
that makes her senses buzz

astonished by the courage in her soul
that doesn't seem to materialize in the daylight
but draws her, as she lies in the darkness
her heart thumping in anticipation

she finds escape in fantasies
colors and shapes that swirl together
like a kaleidoscope
settling into a new pattern

that blazes in front of her
like a freshly carved trail
gouged into the side of a mountain

winding its way up to the skies
out of sight
but clearly imprinted on her soul

--lml august 2008