The Wanderer

What is she like?
    I was told-
    She is a
    melancholy soul.

She is like
    the sun to night;
    a momentary gold

A star when dimmed
    by dawning light;
    the flicker of
    a candle blown.

A lonely kite
    kept lost in flight-
    someone once
    had flown.

Author: Lang Leav