Arathalian remembers an evening playing by the river with Inyamenna
All that silver bleeding in the shallows -
and your ankles sunk in it, melded and wet
as if it were your star-blood, star-girl,
as if you were wounded but still laughing
because you were made of light -
that was just the moon, wasn't it?
and your ankles sunk in it, melded and wet
as if it were your star-blood, star-girl,
as if you were wounded but still laughing
because you were made of light -
that was just the moon, wasn't it?