The Doll.

[rewiiired]

She looked into the glass
to see alien eyes staring
back at her through the night.

"What a beautiful mystery.
Wonder what key, what little secret,
keeps this doll on the other side?

Wearing such a sly little smile.
Like a Cheshire Cat grin,
stretching my heart so wide.

Now, why is it raining?"
The moon tempts her, up above
and aglow in the sky.

Just open the window.
The forest is so hungry
for your presence tonight.

Just open the window.
The moon reflects gifts borne
in your indigo light.

So she crawls out the sill,
runs to the wood crying,
arms outstretched to the sky.

"What do I do with this wonder?
Into so many graves I have tumbled.
How many more times must I die?"