Renaissance Girl

She fluffs her feathers, beautiful plume after plume

Nonsensical beauty.

A grand creature, to be sure

Strutting in overestimated legacy.

She is wings and smoke, she is eyes and variance

Unfathomable rarity.

Nebulous speech, always on air

Too smart to love and too smart to care.

She paints my cage. She sings her cave

She dances in ink; she writes surrender.

“If I love you, I must show you the things you cannot see.”

And like all renaissance girls, she fades like yesterday’s ghost

Drowning in the tide of her dreams

Flickering promises hung from a tree

– And I have only stardust left to hold.