Dances with the wind

The wind dances with her soul
Grace and beauty told ten fold
Her angelic aria suggests life’s bliss
Buried lament of life’s sequence
Conceals inner battle to retreat
Cessation of her beautiful cadence
Would be stolen joy that the world needs
The veil of remedy although tattered is made
Concealment to prove she struggles without vain
The frayed veil gives secrets through tattered holes
For the one’s she loves and loves her back
Sees through the lace as she leads on bold
We will be here to hold her hand
Until once again she dances with the wind