She walks barefoot through a haunting dreamscape,
tear-stained by echoes of forgotten prayers.
A snow princess with a gown of starlight
and a crown of insight, glowing, nocturnal.
From her heart, something crystalline, ancient,
emerging–
whispering secrets of lives half-remembered
etching memories into the ether of her soul.
She rises, as if part of a song,
as if she is both the seeker and the found,
the dreamer and the dream,
a solitary note in a phantasmagorical harmony.
The wind speaks in tongues she seems to understand,
while she pierces through it as she crosses
bridges she created above chasms
within the labyrinth of being
she reclaims words and concepts
piece by piece, entering the puzzle of her nature.