There she goes.

 There she goes

Serene in all her ways

The way her hair is done but undone at the same time

The way those deep brown eyes remind you of the labyrinth of the space-bound star seekers

Through those eyes, you explore a million never-ending suns

You feel the pulse of a dying star

The brightest before it falls back into the womb of beyond

There she goes

The smile that could revive an old dynasty to remember its grandeur 

Creases that hug the bosom of the Moon

A depth you could never know unless you held her for each tear shed

The train of a tugging gown, cascading the stairs that lead to a new beginning

It all feels new

When she goes

To the song she never remembers the lyrics to, even though it’s her favorite and has been for years

She goes and sings when she speaks

You count the breaths between her syllables to see where you can breathe yourself

Grace and glory

Humility and silence

In a day, she could be a thousand deathly storms or the kiss of a delightful infinity

It’s happening again

   there she goes