She wanders ghostly streets
seeking remnants of her mind
amongst playback records
of her plagued past.

Chasing shadows that flee
across violet-misted skies
she grasps at nothings, builds artificial castles -
prosthetic, and eggshell-delicate that
crumble and shatter come morn

but under heaven's starry blanket
and the moon's loving gaze,
castles stand, and dreams are a reality,
so peace invades her troubled heart
stilling faint trembles with an icy kiss,

halting her meandering soul
for a night.