when the moon was
red
The ocean luminescent
she was a starry
eyed girl
with a northern star
and a direction to go

Epiphanies unfold
like ribbons in
the winds

Decisions
they come
in wishful
longing
or
careful planning

Throwing caution to the wind
she took the first boat to
the island.

There he waited, an
apprentice to an ancient art
Preoccupied and isolated

She of the northern
star
had a sense of
direction

Settling into a
parallel universe

They were like
two kiwi bushes
across a fence
3 years later in
vined embrace
Produced the fruit
that never ripened
and over night
was gone.

She took the
last boat back
the northern star was
encased in fog
But
the southern cross
She couldn't miss it.

I'm not sure how to describe the color of your eyes or the sound of your voice
Your eyes are almost always bloodshot and your voice always scared to fill the silence
You have a voice but you use it sparingly so that people can't hear the pain
because Lord knows if you talked long enough, you'd spill everything
You use make-up to cover the dark circles under your eyes
being that you don't get any sleep at night
People like to think they understand you and that they know your story
but the truth is, you'll never let people close enough to let your story be known
Sure they'll get bits and pieces of your life, depending on when they came into your life
but no one will ever know the full story- you don't even know the full story

I was told today "I never would've thought she was so...amazing"
Hm
Those words rang through my mind over and over again
Until
I thought
"She doesn't know how amazing she is"