Hayley LeRoy, Poetry Reporter

Her eyes seemed to hold secrets

Only she and the sky ever shared

You could see it

In the way her breath

Mingled with the wind

She seemed to glisten

In light of lost dreams

Shivers of forgotten memories

She knew she had been crafted for the galaxies

Destined to exist just as endlessly

Born of a cerulean sky

Swathed in shimmering silvery starfire

Radiating rainbows


And all they would say

Child lost herself beneath the weeping willow

Fell asleep in the deep again

She transcends our wildest imaginations