Resplendent empress,
today, I perceive a strange alteration in me.
Today, the dripping stars look littered––
memory embosses the flesh of my heart.
In the dazzle of dark I dream a fenceless world.
But then I’m moonstruck. Then I no longer seek
a high to famish me of breath.
Moonstruck, I sing again.
Text by Bren Booth-Jones
