In a naturally dark and crazy world,
she is a breath of light.
Knowing there will be blood spilled
on the most heartless days,
she shows up — not as you expect,
never folding neatly into place like a fucking paper plane —
ready to be launched off a cliff screaming into a hurricane.
All around her, clowns with tear stained faces —
chase her shadows, going nowhere.
She hangs onto the edge of the horizon
— tugging at the sky to shower her with cosmic dust
from the space between the stars,
standing firmly in her power
to keep lighting paths
like Luna, in the company of wolves
who tremble and howl —
at the sight and sound
of her name.