The Moon Took Her Place

She was the sunrise.
A fragile film of pink glass, forgotten in shreds of smoky blue.
Her eyes like the edge of the earth.

An invisible storm had the power to flee away with the last of her world.
But the emptiness left a single resolve
to follow the stranger,
wherever he took her,
let him give her life.

Her body, a bluish fog of a deadlier blue, had gone unconscious.
With only the muscles of her arms and legs fighting.
She was rising and she wondered when her breath
would fail.

The first sun ray flashed like a burst of white fire,
penetrating the clouds of white froth;
sending wings.