Image courtesy of Grob Gallery, Geneva
She dreams on boundless blanket of stars
As brightly as the Universe
Mediated, in the waves of strength
Through her dreamy eyes
Stillness as ancient time passes by
Travels in space, like a stream of soft air
She will return to the door of Love
She moves with winkles of eyes
She laughs in colors of rainbow
Light in spirit
Over boundaries at gate of Heaven
Waving past stardom of Cosmos
Flies away with desire of Love
Once injured with strokes of power
The story has just begun
With the name, Stella
Now she writes
On green leaves and red roses
On earthy grass where she stands
Bird, clouds, water she has touched
Never again needs healing
Story time is when she turns
A magic wheel of wonder wishes
Forever joy and happiness
Either through darkness or sorrow
Lies right here a gleaming lake
Flapping wings that make no sound
Merry-go-round calls in the crowd
But only few can hear her speak
Bringing her into the book
Fragility may seem the look
Silence will draw up her strength
She begins to rest
While the world rages on
She is Stella