Thalia

Thalia's laughter

floats beyond the rim of infinity
and echoes back again.

Find her verse

each constellation, a song writ
with comet quill dipped
in sunheart wells upon
a vellum of night sanded
by moons and glowing things
for which there are no names.

Then when again
her feet light upon this earth,

it moves, though who can say,
if she is dancing or the world,
to hear the music she bears back
from the hard edge of silence?

Only Thalia knows,

and the answer hides
in the shadowed twinkle
of her tear bright eye.