They named her Chloé
delicately winged
an entity of
magical pretences.

She was a goddess of
mythical Greece
a child so bright
skipping below moonlight.

Wild children run
hibernate within
homes of trees
squirrels, birds, flight.

Summer comes to bloom
rose-printed butterflies
predicting destiny
of living as one.

A guest she became
an adopted soul
intense philosophies of
paths unknown.

Collected lies bring
anew misunderstanding
in her the ever
wandering romantic.

Tears filled a
blessing for the one
that would forever
set
her
free.

© Sia Jane