Yeah! she wore armor.
Arrested by fear, she loved, loving him, behind his lustrous mirror. A skate in his shoes, unfit to fly, she drowned in midnight tears.
As a romantic heart, she fell, headlong, into the midnight sky. Drained of control, she darned their love and silently waved goodbye.
A feminine lit, from the inside out, she forgot where flowers bloom. And so underneath, the ivy hides, the crystals of many moons.
seasons: a poetic journey 