An Enchanted Allegory

As a child, the shadows followed her, touched her arm, and whispered riddles,
She felt their breath, but didn’t know quite what to do,
She didn’t mention it to anyone, because it sounded kinda crazy,
Until we met again, and then at once her spirit knew;
That she could trust in me, that I understood, that I had seen and felt them also,
That the sensitivity we shared was a special gift,
That I could talk with birds, influence the wind, and hear the thoughts of people hurting,
That she could lean on me, and her heart my love would lift;
Up above her fears, her distrust, her tears; up above her pain and sorrow;
Up above her lonely days and empty nights,
Up above her suicidal thoughts, her mindless job, her wasted brilliance,
Up above the clouds, and the glaring city lights;
To a place where she is treasured, for the goddess that she’s always been,
To a place where she’ll be free, and won’t pretend,
To a place where angels glimmer, kings and queens make love and shimmer,
To a place where she’ll be happy, til the end,
To a place where angels glimmer, kings and queens make love and shimmer,
To a place where she’ll be happy, til the end.