She wanders.
To herself,
Imagines a cup
On a shelf
Behind a
Wall of glass
Not made to penetrate
She holds
An empty hand
Held out to help him stand
But first he tips
The cup to his lips
Then chooses to let go
She lost
The path once on
Is now thick haze
The fear is not
Night but truth
In lightened days
And let go
From her place
Left empty
Right the same
The balance
Is not act
But forever to be this way