Luminescence

Poetry gleamed in her starlit eyes. She knew little of astrology yet she could translate the stars applying strange images as if she saw what no one else did. Together we would climb to the crest of a rocky hill, there she would relate visions of crypto-beasts and numinous beings as if a great poem was threading its way through the eyes of a billion needles, each one a gateway to yet another starry insight. Before she left this world she pointed out a distant shinning. “Look”! She cried. “See how that butterfly sips the salt tears of that crocodile”? I could not see it then, but I do now.