the lady with stars in her hair

 
sapphire eyes lie
telling tales of dead men
renown stories of old
ghosts in the book of nod cry out
where we lie secreting our sin
 
scarlet whispers shot the sun
the harlot rode out on man number 101
her claim to fame
catching stars in her hair
 
burning with a passion to tame the wild  
she climbed smokey castles in the sky
the moon played hide and seek in her infantile mind
 
her light shine, pomegranate jeweled stories
she spun to reach the pinnacle of truth
her sunsets all glorified her broken fables
in her doubt, she stumbled over decrepit fallacies  
she counted them heroes in her story
 
she reached the heavens
her words her stairway to the stars
no one ever saw her trickery
her talent was a gift from the gods
 
she covered herself in darkness
they didn't see the woman herself
only the light that shines from her eyes
 
mystical wonder, word tamer
man number 101 her eternal lover
on the backs of eons
her story unfurls and evolves