Barista

She weaves a web catching stars
And dragonflies.
She flashes eyes breathing calm
Soft butterflies.

Fragile air-light dancing creatures

Of iridescence
Hiding, showing gentle features
Are her presence. 

Lips pursed tight, a smile restrained

Seems held inside.
Dazzling light she keeps chained,
To world denied.

Speaking stories of no words,

Some too light truth
As an echo almost heard,
Too soft to soothe. 

Sun will darken as she leaves,

And hasten slow dusk.
Truth crawls behind and grieves,
But an empty husk. 

Eyes adjust to a darkened world,

Black pupils dilate.
Yet once her banner has been furled
Truth will dissipate.