Everywhere is Goodness

Smoke eats the fear
But she really never breathes
Until she meets the sun.

A comma in her life came
And sprang forth idea and light.
Her voice melted at the glaze
And the twilight of the frosted moon
Gave fog much discomfort.

Now meadows bend and tear and burst,
But for a minute.

The minute slices her fingertip
And her singing is cut short
And placed into boxes out of reach.

Dust and dawn sprinkle goodness
And goodness follows her
Everywhere.