Hollowdancing II

Dreamtired, she woke out of a long dream.
   For far too long, she dreamed of life,
   watching your hands - 
   Now she is awake!

She followed her soul,
   silverstrand flowing
	through the darkworld that is her life,
	and in the shadows, she, semisomna, saw
		herself - what she truly was.
   Gasp.  Is this - this cannot be! - me?
	For once she saw her own face, without the mirror,    
	and it was cast in charcoal
		that withered, crumbling into the sky, as she watched,
	and only the horror of her eyes
		echoed through her skull.
   Tragic eyes, she had always wanted tragic eyes,
	eyes to shed black tears over a secret pool,
	here where they buried her -  
	and she wonders, will they bury you, too?
   Imagining her tears like pearls, her fingers like the wind,
	imagine yourself beautiful,
	but she was stopped by sight, frozen by the truth.
	Truth!  She saw her eyes were hollow.
   Hollowsoul, crusted over with dried tears
	that she had felt, forever, that she was,
	she was.  At last she saw,
	and soon forgot it in the echoing thoughts.
   Echoing dreams, that you might know them,
	when they seize your heart,
	and, your eyes burning with black tears,
	you will feel yourself lost.
	You!  The dragon!  You will feel yourself lost.
   She followed her heart,
	goldenbraid running
	to the deepcave where it ran out,
	in the halls of resounding emptiness,
	there she lost its light.
   Silverlight sparkling, that she sought.
	Do you hate her for seeking the light?
	Cold, true light, to light her gray face,
	   lead her out of the flat world where you live,
	   where she is dying.
   Only one butterfly, pressed
	between the pages of an ancient book,
	she saw herself, once, in a dream,
	   and then she began her search.