in her soul-healing era
she is
a magnetic muse
her aura
(mystical and rare)
breathes in
the soft spell of becoming–

she moves through dimensions,
vibrating at a
dream-born
frequency where the
cosmic
folds into her hands,
pure-hearted (she loses no one,
they lose her; their hands cannot
hold the sky)

her dreams are fragments of soul medicine;
her whispers no longer embody
the ache of the ephemeral.