She, a defiant soul facing a physical storm, 

While sleeping calmly through a torrential fantasy,

Frenzied dreams

Quietly an obedience returned in numerical dials, while becoming absent-minded, overtaken by the enemy 

Who dominion her essence from the wind and the waves, to be fearful, to be alone in a picture of flowers,

 without any power to govern her soul or any physical form in the future of her illusions, 

To be her, 

Birdie