the feeling of inexplicable serendipity; ineffable
the embodiment of being explicitly ethereal is uncontainable
the wisps and the night time fireflies who cavort among them
while the petrichor enveloped the dozen or so of her senses -
they will never find her again,
lost and found among the ruins of another lifetime
flitting like a fox from den to hole to hell;
she grew up iridescently in a land filled
with evocative illicit exploits and external heartbeats.
always in the in-between of solitude and oblivion,
wholeheartedly sharing, unwittingly caring
spending most days supine, suspended between her old memories
and the ones yet to come, if she traveled that far.
and now here she stood, a radiant cynosure
she had crawled at the feet of men and mice,
drowned in a polluted deluge of human spirit,
set ablaze a crestfallen planet, home of the demure and dejected,
to bring back life to her race, the motley bunch they had been,
given them a new lease on life, given then a fervor for the unknown again;
they stood on the cusp of fairy tales and legends,
and she knew, in the wells of her heart
that she had been born to live among the stars
in this life and the next.