in the last century of her life
she returned
in a ship of wisdom and beauty
her entourage of demon hunters
guarded a swarm of hieroglyphics
from a future she had seen
she brought droning strings
of dreams
bridging the time
of her absence
between the first and the final
civilization
i saw her mute smile
radiating the light
of hidden moons
she had passed
her words in a subsonic stream
of childhood memories and
evaporating residue
of the mindwalker era
when pride and rivalry
had made all of man
awestruck minions
of time and space
i felt her ephemeral
veil of tenderness
reverberating our first
encounter in one of those
labyrinthine dimensions
of her starfaring journeys
where she had left me
wandering the ever expanding
orbit of a lonely star
while she was becoming
the supreme shape shifter
descending down
to the surface of our birth
planet and crossing
the eternal echoes
of our minds
[J]