She is the doorway. From night to day and back.

The sun renders its best for her— a soothing fire. Warm sand between her toes.

Wind wraps her body in a cool linen dress.

The ocean sings for her— waves crash through stones and water.

Birds know her story.

Tilt their wings towards her.

Circle.  

Night comes.

Unfolds from within

The girl who weeps 

At the edges.

Her body

A vessel.

Linen spun gold

By sunset’s failing light.