hapening

A seed of light within the bone, A garden where the stars have grown. She curls away from day’s harsh glare, With galaxies for skin and hair. The world is loud, but here is deep, Where constellations wake from sleep. A silver bloom, a fragile stem, A dandelion for a crown—a gem Of feathered wishes, wild and bright, Rooted in the velvet night. She does not break, she does not fear, The silent weight she chooses here; For even in the shadowed part, A universe is in her heart.