The bits into pieces
Now shatters into crescents
A fleeting shadow
Casts doubt
Of what she dresses in
She flows effortless
An effervescent essence
Resting on her candor
Reflection necessary
Nuance in her banter
She, a sliver of a flickr
Fades into the distance
A minuteman’s lantern
Are they memories
Or delusions of grandeur
I ramble
Redundant plunging to the depths
You care not to hear
But I'm wishing you that you did
