To Move On

She writes magic and wind sweep
all graceful and rising angel voices
and as always in golden hours
she sings herself most comfort
in sweetest tones
a dancer fallen out of line with age
but still composing lively
songs that pirouette and leap
her mind a mirror speaking all
lyrics reflecting upward moves
soaring now to once upon a times
always enchantingly surmised
up ahead the better to the best