Once there walked a girl
whose thoughts mirrored the skies,
With drifting laughs and
floating sighs.
Her heart was pure,
but aged and gored
by those dinosaurs who stalk the earth.
They fly above our hair,
and tinker with our cares,
trying to find a way back to
life.
But they will remain so far down
that they are up,
and so will we,
when the time corrupts.

Happiness she once sought.
I may be something else,
she thought.
A star perhaps,
whose fires of gold
have fueled my heart.
In anger her self showed through.
She never knew for certain,
for stars have no eyes nor noses.
Just empty balls of light and heat.
Emotions skid across
my patient field of red…
like clouds, she thought,
and saw a laugh again.