Night Sides - Miracle

Night signs on the carriageway

Crystal stains on the windowpane

White hair follicles dilate

She hears the morning news

A lifetime to ignore the waves

Her unbridled mind

On the weeping way

Spirals fly on the visible plane

She said…

When I was young

I used to hear things

That were being said

Miles away

Weeks away

I was the only one

I was alone

I often thought myself someone else

At the same time

In a different place

Why is that so?

How can that be?

It was an unfair invasion!

She fears her own power

She never recognised her ability to heal