Pink Pirouette Sky

There was a feeling the sky was deepening, and changing.
It was not dissimilar to her own internal day light clock.

This may be how she returned to being a ballet dancer, spinning pink pirouettes.
She wore the magic charms of freedom, transforming all that was heavy into a lightness of being.

The feeling was followed by leaping out partially opened doors, and windows-- to explore her natural twin. The sky- redolent of reds and pinks procured an organic meditation.

How it echoed exactly what her reticent mind had meant to say remains a symmetry, not found in an ordinary world.