Ghost girl, she haunted these streets
by the shoreline,
singing her sad tune
for all to hear.

Beneath the stars was where she lived,
moving often from
place to place,
making wishes on shooting stars
that dissolved into particles of matter
that, would eventually,
float on into the universe.

She was a ghost, but
through her eyes,
you could see the stars.
Roaming in the mystical forest,
following that glowing light towards
who knows where.

Elusive silence.
Music from the archangels.
Gifts to us mortals.
Who know nothing of love.