lost in translation? in transmutation. a connection.
my blood, like poetry. you read it like a sweet wine, cherries in vinegar.
a lost girl. (in her hands: a handful of stars, three small coins, a mother’s locket on a fine gold chain. determination and wonder like rings on her fingers.)
an empty crown, a hollow throne. dreams that dip me into the craters of the moon.
she steps out of a dream. this is her first year living, not as a ghost.
a lost girl. wistfulness in her eyes. willing against earth. how desperately brave.
a lost girl, reborn. written into my heart. written into the stars, in admiration.
a lost girl, found: i caught a lonely star, and strung it on a chain from my neck.
a lost girl, dreamed. i look at the moon, the stars, and lovingly-
joyously: i whisper your name, and they sing it back.