Born from a shooting star
She rained upon the earth
Burying herself deep within the soul
Familiar to the fire of the core
She cried 
But her tears never fell
They flew
Just as she always dreamed of doing again
Her heart runs heavy
Her toes follow beat
But she doesn’t know grief as weight
For she lives at the center of the pendulum
All-encompassing
Swinging silence
Never once the same
She is
I am
The stomach of the snake
The white light rising 
The cultured leaves
And strength before the storm
She’s the mother’s blood
The baby’s first breath
The coming of the flood
And the One who remains
When you meet her
You will find
You’ll never fully know
What you see within the eyes
Of the dear
Weathered spirit
Millie Rose.