All she could recall was that it had been beautiful

in fact, that was all she could say for certain:
it had been a strange thing

a very strange thing

Shooting stars, silver wounds, quick-finned fish that darts
back and forth
weaves
through and about

That was all she could recall,
but it was powerful, brighter than the sun
and the moon
more moving than a song,
or words.

And that was all -

because, well when the night settled in

breathing heavy, a fanged animal

that was all there was left

that sparked, and she knew it

And it knew her, that strange thing.

That very strange thing.

Good-bye it whispered, but no words came

from shimmering scales

and mouthless features, and that

was it.