A/N: I was in a poetic mood, wanted something to write about, and thought of Faye.



star-chaser

riding across the dark sky

what is it that you seek?

why do you need to fly?

black hair and porcelain skin

against silver moons and space

why do you weep,

why are there tears of crystal on your face?

you struggle and run

and you never stop the fight

you continue your war on and on

long into the night

I'd like to catch you in my hand

bring you back down,

down from farther galaxies

into the here and now

I'd like to wipe the blood from your hands

I'd like to heal your broken soul,

make your eyes happy again;

I wish I could make you whole.



*finito*

Finish your astral travel; come back and review!