Burdens of a lost morose gaze
Twisting Sunlight
Has vanquished the sunken curls
From a young girls face
Years ago
In a soft and dripping place
Where silver soaked memories creep
Above
There are foot prints
And fingertips
That still have the chance to unfurl her strange intentions
100s of years later
When her form is known only as some
Distant memory of fragments in another place