Girl With Her Head in the Clouds

I can imagine her as a child,
full of innocence,
and brimming with happiness,
memories of puffy white clouds,
gliding through a burning blue sky,
have turned themselves around,
and with every step she takes,
her foot is blanketed only by a slowly dwindling tight rope,
all below her a resounding of voices.
"Fall to me, I'll catch you!"
each one claims,
but greedy arms that want only,
to feel their hands upon her body,
could never hold such a heavy heart,
in one moment of desperation,
one brief moment of clarity,
she lets herself become weightless,
her body falls through the air,
and with her eyes shut,
she holds back tears,
and never fears the ground,
with a silent grace,
her body falls between a sea of arms,
and the voices all fade away,
laying to rest,
the girl with her head in the clouds.