On a starry night-

With starry eyes-

She looks through blackened branches.

On a moonlit night-

With brimming heart-

She fiercely asks for hope.

 

 And on the foamy clouds-

Sail boats of dying leaves.

 As brittle black arms rustle

With a crackling song of fall.

And in the muddled flashes

Of the long hours of the day-

Gold lies sharp

Against crook’d ebony trees.

 

So she lays her cheek

Against the rough skin of life

And listens for a heartbeat-

Listens for the beat

Of life.