Sylvia Nica '20, Contributor


Sylvia Nica ’20, Contributor


I rush through space, glowing, breathing 

My tail of light is seeping below me 

Snow glitters on the surface, a silvery gray 

And I hurtle through space, an icy wonder 

Below me the Mother of life  

Sits quietly, 

And I run past her form, laughing and dancing 

But I flew too close to the sun,  

And my freezing wings melted,  

But my laugh still echoes in a thousand stars