Abandoned by all her admirers. Wild White Shadow Waltz. Stands alone on a stair down the hall. Just one slip from a trip and a fall. . In a cold morning, holding her lighter.
We need a myth. We need an amethyst bridge. We need a high hanging cliff. Jump, fall and lift. We can make it. . But we need a myth. We need a path through the mist.
Someone said to me, "I'll come into your dream. And speak it to you." I already knew. I found her in an attic where, dramatically, she leaned in to me.