Stars hang, frozen in place.

She steps in.

Day breaks.

And I brace

For the earthquake.

How is it possible? Look into her eyes…

They are solid ice.

The color of sky.

And so bright…

No, sunlight

Does not compare.

I’m accusing the angels;

They must know this isn’t fair.

Sweeping bangs

Obscure her gaze…

Keep ’em there.