Celestial Beings
There are nights she stops being a girl who watches the sky and becomes something the sky borrows instead — a moth, a comet, a slow drift of light between stars. Six versions of that same quiet becoming, gathered here.
"Even the moon needs someone to hold its light."
silver silk, moonstone thread, a full moon close enough to touch
"Some things are woven so quietly no one notices until they're finished."
indigo velvet, a sky sewn one thread of light at a time
"The sky borrows colors it has no name for."
dusty-blue chiffon, ribbons of green and violet light
"Morning arrives gently, so nothing has to wake up all at once."
cream and gold sheer layers, the first light let loose over the clouds
"Not everything that passes through is meant to stay."
burgundy velvet trailing like a tail of light, a comet passing once
"Some dreams are just clouds that haven't decided what to become."
sage into violet, dissolving at the edges, no ground beneath her
"Six skies, one girl who kept returning to be held by each of them."
Which sky would keep you longest — the one that glows, or the one that drifts?