Tonight many stars are falling
she would fall so hard if she were following
so she only stands on the edge
and keeps watch for the sake of watching
and they had better remember her
as she was in those months of summer
those fine golden summer eves
when she was on top of her game
but now she's developed that shell again
when the wind blows cold from the east
and she believes
that she may have lost her way
and drifted too far from them

Tonight she looks down at the street lights
that orange glow in the night
the soft humming of electrical currents
and distant cars
and they never asked where she’s going
so she never thought of telling
in the sweltering heat of her red rosy cheeks
her heart kept smarting and swelling
if she only knew how to dream
only good dreams
spin threads of make-belief
to join her parts and tuck in
all the bits she's afraid of losing
and then she could go home again.


© Cecilia Danell 2010