the collector of lost souls

On nights when the clouds

Don’t come to play

And the sky shows off its

Glowing freckles

The Collector, under

The purple sea


For falling petals


She stands put, barefoot

With her net

Yawning at the sky

Until at last a

Tear drop of light

Flutters down to her

Welcoming smile


The broken off

Piece of stardust

Lands gently in her net

She carries it, cradles it,

Takes care of her

New pet


A fragment of light

Still burning bright

Who somehow went


She isn’t tall enough

To put it back from

Whence it came


So instead she cups

The starlette drop

Gently with her hands

And listens to

Its quiet buzz

Until she understands




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