It lingers like music notes.
Fading into a forbidden echo,
of what it was,
and is supposed to still be.

I pressed my lips to pennies,
watching them slip away,
falling into liquid space.

I bowed my head in prayer,
mostly out of pure desperation.
Pushing my hair back from my face,
I whispered hopes to the unknown.
Has he forgotten my name?

Balancing on my very tiptoes,
I collect,
abandoned stars that now cease to evolve.

I dance with bare feet,
hair wild in the moonlight.
With each fluid movement,
all of me absorbs the winds symphony.

I blow on whising flowers,
scattering endless possibilities with each breath.
Casting wishes,
and catching tainted tears in cupped hands.