Kind friend and clever girl;
sole survivor of the siege;
she moves about the ether
as my thoughts
confirm her apprehension.
Little Aphrodite
God knows whom he put upon the Earth
Her presence turns my eyes,
away from indignation,
to focus all that energy
on moving, gently moving
that continuum,
that solitary life,
that struggle to survive
amid the power of the stars,
towards fulfillment;
towards contentment.
Lift her up!
Lift her up and smile at the conquest!
Those dainty feet that stroll the pathways of eternity!
Tiny, precious girl!
She remains.
The wretched have all passed away.