Starlight - shimmer, glimmering,
within each particle of flesh.
Reaching and yet never quite
believing it can make it home again,
for it is lost within a void
of seeming never-ending hopelessness.
Yet still the heart unfolds
into this state of other being,
playing fantasies upon the wind
that seem to send the burning coals
into a leaping fire once again.
Distantly, the night decrees
the taming of it all -
this potency of her creation -
where light is born of darkness
? Michaelette ?
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