She walked on stilts and stretched up to the sky
And dreamed of touching clouds, tasting a star.
She wished so hard that she felt she could fly,
Could kiss the peppery moon up high so far.
Her legs dissolved, her hair turned blue and gray,
Her arms were filled with light and hollow bones,
Her skin was broken in a feathery way,
And then seemed dyed strange slate and cyan tones.
She soars now, a bright bluejay on the breeze,
Flies when she can and pauses when she must
And flits above the gray and choppy seas
And chases the illuminated dust
And never ever thinks that she could fall
And never dreams of anything at all.