I.

                           It's as if watching the stars in the sky
                                       how fast she moves
                                   one breath, always there
                                             the next,
                                                gone
                              sunk by the turn of the world.
                                The trail of fire can be seen
                            by those who know how to watch
                                                                       a secret
                                         she tells no-one


                                                  II.

                                Her hair tumbles in the wind,
                                             away from
                                      the glass-empty eyes,
                              snaking into knots as it grasps for
                                              nothing,
                                            behind her