In Corner of Her Own

A Painting By Edward Hopper

An euphoric wind under her feet

And she rose.

Her eyes dared to stare high

In the starry sky of sleeping azure.

Her delicate fingers

Desiring the crystal moon.

For a moment.

…

Only to lose it in a speck of distant reflection.

Amid a ripple,

In the mirror of tears before her eyes.

only to fall down with multiple of acceleration,

fragmented, on the bricks.

Waiting for a zephyr

to resurrect her numb soul.

To recollect her pieces

Upon the vast of rifts.

To walk on her cold, weak knees,

To fulfil some expectations,

To hope for a hope to pass by…

In little corner of her own.