Her eyes stare out Into emptily brimming space At the lives that run before her Almost touching, seeming to reach out But never crossing paths Oblivious to her presence
She sits, surrrounded by surreality By the irony of her twisted fate To be so close to human touch, to the relief of shared laughter and tears And still, trapped in a tomb of solitude
Unmoved by a smile that sneaks Across her face as a stranger smiles back For such is transient, never to be realized As a bigger part, of eternity
Slowly, gently, tendrils of her being Creep toward another soul Cautiously approach, then close around Only to be severed Ousted by a stronger spirit
And then she saw, a glimmer of light That closed in on her, swallowed her whole And she lived in the rays of starlight For a time
Twice, in four hundreds of days The lambency would engulf her With the clemency of company And then shut her in darkness
And now she stays, alone in a crowd The silence is deafening As her heart screams out For the starlight to touch Her hand once again