The stars in her eyes
Reflect the grandiose dreams of
One who has seen it all, yet
Desperately hopes for more

Dreamer, is she
Creator of worlds beyond the seen
Harbinger of the doom or success
Of fictional creatures she hoards
In the depths of her mind's palaces

Dreamer,
Lost and found again
Rejecting the hard cold truth for
A prison of faeries' making
Buried deep beneath the intoxication
Of voraciously consuming words

Breathing in the scent of
Pages long since penned by
Authors whose bodies rot
And feed the needs of the earth's fauna
And flora

Eternity swirling and glowing in the
Hopeless depths
Of her eyes.

Dreamer, is she
Bone-raw fingertips pounding
At keys too real to express
The desperation of her mind.