A bright star

She sieved trough the rumours
like red dust between her fingers
trampled them deep under her bare feet
once ran wild on the land
by the sea
where she echoed her dreams to the void
at night
set sail to the edge of the horizon
waited patiently for
the break of dawn
even the brightest star in the sky
suffered through the night

– dedicated to Tara Caribou

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa