Slowly as if on a dying breeze
She walks through hollow leaves,
just a beacon of who she
use to be and all of creation
hears her simple melody of
life and love and things in between.
She throws danger off with a shrug,
and dances to only the summer sun.
Only life knows her story but
it is untold. Just a memory -
a slow rising defeat. On the eve
of a dying reason, she walks
out to the ocean and falls asleep.
To be reborn in rabbit's skin
and dragonfly eyes.