Night Sides
Miracle
Night signs on the carriageway
Crystal stains on the windowpane
White hair follicles dilate
She hears the morning news
A lifetime to ignore the waves
Her unbridled mind
On the weeping way
Spirals fly on the visible plane
She said...
When I was young
I used to hear things
That were being said
Miles away
Weeks away
I was the only one
I was alone
I often thought myself someone else
At the same time
In a different place
Why is that so?
How can that be?
It was an unfair invasion!
She fears her own power
She never recognised her ability to heal