The quest

Hurricanes hurl through her head,
Whirling, swirling words in red,
Yellow, orange, violet and azure, white,
Colours vibrant with the throb of light.
Twirling, she dances to the rhythm of life,
Rises in the eddies of words,
Losing herself in sighs.
She longs for those lines,
Lines that will light up all life,
The ultimate words
That will lift her
To an eternity beyond time.
Ascending, she will find
The glorious sky turned gold
With her words so bold
And, painted in the colours of dawn,
She will become a part of the eternal song.

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