metallic dreams

 
she was born of metal
	not of stone
the dreamsilk woven over her iron bones
a shining web concealing all the gears
that had been built to make her what she was
		at last the task was done
		the web woven
		and when you looked at her
		you saw a human face
		though peering closer
		you could see the stars
she was born of metal
	 not of clay
to endure beyond when time wears us away
the gleaming gears revolve within her mind
even confined within their careful web
		she looked into a mirror
		she who saw only stark reality
		she did not even see the echo of her own face
		and she could not believe
		that she was gone
she was born of metal
	not of wood
they meant her  to be pure, smart, and good
and taught her not to long for other things
that she could never see, touch, or be
		but one day she saw a waterfall
		sparkle
		tumbling
		one day she saw a flower
		and a tree
		and forgot too quickly
		what she was meant to be