A twist of each curl as the wind sweeps
through; and marvelous rain pours down
all the same.
Prancing through fickled emotions while
the moment turned to glass.
Piering into life from the first instance of
breath and then to nothingness.
Questions arose and faith in no one is life
lived and the resurrection of emptiness
came and dissipated.
She asked none of death and received no
Her soul is still.