Afterwards--silence and stars

she looked up at the world from the belly of an orange moon.

to see from the ground and hang from the sky,

she witnessed all that would bleed and die.

she saw the hazel eyes and then the splintered skies;

she saw the past lives and where her innocence dies;

she saw what couldn't survive and finally realized

the grave was her cage already made by the ones who always made her afraid.

suspended towers, broken flowers, the new moon cowers.

a trepidatious kiss for all that will be missed from a world that was just always ever a risk.

so she wore the cloak of a boneless night

and danced away all the fright

until the morning devoured the light

and all that was imagined beautiful and alive was only ever breathing lies--

fragile traces, naked faces, a new hope braces.

a hollowed moon, an ending soon, towers ruined, so many wounds...

invisible scars, do you know who you are?

or do you just haunt from afar?

and lonesome wanderer, your absence is presence growing ever so fonder.

for the winds unraveled and so did she,

a restless ribbon trapped and tangled by a desire to be free.

a melancholy breeze, a lullaby in the leaves

the memory folds into a melody.

and so again she looked up at the world from the belly of an orange moon

and witnessed the end oh so tragically soon...