an innocence carefully crafted
in gentle falls of white,
as toes crossed on hardwood gently tap
and wait for the dark
to set her alight
like a lamp, set aside and forgotten,
when the moment of need has passed,
for only in the grips of a night without stars
do we remember
how she shines.
and knees unused to prayer
find any place to fall,
and lips move silent desperation
in a stirring of the air
through the hall too bright with setting sun.
--
Title and this picture are prompt.
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