the lost one

She looks for beauty

in all things.

Even in the things one would not expect it.

She finds love.

She finds it everywhere-

and embraces it.

She grasps the good

With two desperately clenched fists,

Afraid that if she lets it go

She will never find it again.

But

When all is dark and she is awake

she feels the weight of a hundred billion stars and their companions

resting on her chest.

She wishes the world adored her like she adores it.