when i heard of you on fire
i imagined the tendrils of smoke
releasing themselves
to the sky
while unraveling the magic
that lay within your
curls*
fly on
into the light*
*in memory of my faerie godmother. her words in my mind, her smile in my heart, her song in the air, her grace in the movement of the leaves. wherever i look, there she is*
The last time I laid eyes on you...