She points to the sky with her painted fingers,
Her lips parting with breaths and whispers.

There are waltzes,
Dances,
About and within.
Where her eyes lay,
There was magic unseen.

Emotions cascade,
As waterfalls to rivers,
To oceans.

There are cracks and missing pieces,
But in them filled,
With liquid gold.

Her ambers burn bright.
The immortal heart of a woman,
Unafraid to embrace the horrors
And breathe into them new life.