she whispered many magic things
to the silhouette inside
dangers of the outside world
like love and lust and pride
she warned her of confusing things
what might happen when we die?
and the strangely ever humbling fact
that elephants can cry
she shared with her the nice things, too
butterflies that flutter by
birds and bees and heeled Hermes
winged creatures who can fly
one lucky golden afternoon
the sun brought her silhouette outside
so they promised honest reverie
seeing eye to outlined-eye.