Unlighted

Just a little girl
calling mother
and tree spirits
that have gone away...

so fragile as powder
the past ashes
of a shadow


Is there a light
in the mirror?
just a little girl
without spirits.

an old tune
an old story
it lacks life

she seeks for help
in an unreal world
meaningless and mean
and all the breezes shiver

her silence cold as the horizon
the horizon rising up with no sense of shining.