Heavens dancer
Emily Queens sways to the stars;
every motion a beautiful dove.
A complex movement to heal the scars,
shall she witness the shining love.
Every footstep a flash of the past;
tears begin sting her face.
These years have come by so fast;
such pain shall never be grace.
She prays to fly with the birds,
to dance with the trees.
She rediscovers His spoken words,
her face up against the strong breeze.
With her hands raised to the sky;
she is the sunset’s prancer.
Her soul be set free to fly,
Emily Queens is Heavens dancer.
