In her hands

In her hands lies a she.

.
when the spells are broken
there are pieces of ice
breaking away bricks of walls,
hiding away
from the mirror of her eyes 
.

Afraid of growing,
buried in white sand
waiting for the sea
where the sun sank
.

when the strings are broken,
there's a silent song
where echoes sleep,
As the vessel of clay broke,
there were glasses around,

.
Ages and voids,
Gaps and cracks
Still through them
they could never pass.
.
And then she held those pieces,

till the sun could melt,
and water wins over ice,
And through needle's eye
she makes them walk/flow
those pieces which were
afraid to even stand.

In her hands lies a she.

for Nebadita.