She Is So (Far Away Now)

she was born of salted rose-water
at the time of her birth
moon suspended
the wolves pricked their ears -
the wind washed her over

at this peculiar moment of alignment
born was she
from frothing rivers
from falling slivers
of stardust
and now she is between worlds
here and there
by and by
that swirling blue
in her eye

she is so like cinnamon
and i’m grieving her
everytime i smell a bakery
everytime i close my eyes
goodbye, i am whispering
to her


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