She had a wild, wandering soul
but when she loved, she loved with chaos and that made all the difference.

She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible.

She made broken look beautiful
and strong look invincible.
She walked with the Universe
on her shoulders and made it
look like a pair of wings.

The Wanderer

What is she like?
I was told—
she is a
melancholy soul.

She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed
by dawning light;
the flicker of
a candle blown.

A lonely kite
lost in flight—
someone once
had flown.

Visions from the gods are gifts alone for those who wander.

And you must not worry about me. You must follow your dreams. You have your life ahead of you. I am just a wanderer passing by.