Hazy

She sat at that diner, alone -
Staring at reflections and bouncing lights,
Before her blank stare.

The heavy heat of the summer night
Had her dizzy and feeling strange -
Like an anchor pulling her downward to dreamland.

There was an open door and a balcony,
There was a full moon that stares.
And she,
On unsteady legs,
Confront her voyeur.
Ask what it wanted.

Later, she'd have her pen on paper,
And ink for each sequence of her dream.
She's a doll alive.
She'd echo the world
That normally let her down -
She'd write as she surrenders and run -
In the fear and the fire we share.