She's in a ballroom
filled with unfamiliar faces and
she's spinning
and spinning
and spinning
and spinning.
Her skirts sail and
her spirits soar
and the lights fly like FIREFLIES
before her dream-filled eyes.
She's LAUGHING with unabashed freedom
as she dances among the stars.
Her body is in sync with the music.
Her head is filled with the music.
She IS the music.
She thinks
she's in heaven,
she thinks that she saw angels
surrounding her on the ballroom floor.
She knows
that she saw a blonde angel
who owns beautiful, piercing blue eyes
and she believes that she has seen
the brightest of suns in all the worlds
in the slight tilt of his lips.
Delight sweeps her off her feet.
She LEAPS to the blonde angel's side
and PULLS him into a dance and
they're spinning
and spinning
and spinning
and spinning.
She grips his shoulders tight.
She keeps her body close to his.
She reads his soul through his eyes.
She smiles.
He smiles back.
He searches her eyes for something (for what she doesn't know).
He leans his body close to hers.
He keeps his hand to the small of her back.
She leans back,
surrounded by his scent
and protected by his strong arms.
He leans with her
brushing his nose to hers
and her eyes flutter closed in anticipation
of the gentle, loving kiss
his lips leave behind on her lips.
Her eyes open
and all she can see are the lights on the ceiling,
and the lights are no longer FIREFLIES–
each light is now a ball of burning flame
that lights the entire room in a warm glow.
The blonde angel pulls her
back onto her feet,
so that everything she sees
is now obscured by
the soft blonde hair that frames his face
and his beautiful sky eyes
that REFUSE to look away.
His eyes make her feel like
she's spinning
and she is spinning
and they're spinning forever.
Together.
And the blonde angel whispers-
and Jacin whispers-
"You look beautiful, Winter."
And the blonde angel whispers-
and Jacin whispers-
"I love you, Winter."