She spoke the language of a thousand stars
Her eyes constantly flying upwards
Eyelashes dipped in dark nights
Hands waving the skies forward.
Sadness seeps through her lips as she speaks
But eyes brightened by stolen sunlight
As comets do when wishing for life
But fall through a waking daylight.
She crossed her legs to bind her words
In constellations of a distant universe
In hopes for all souls alive
To have her verses all, misheard.
Her laugh echoed through galaxies afar
She was truly a child of the world
Her birth mothered by weeping clouds
And fathered by storms that always swirled.
- Rati
