Lilaphite

Once lived a girl named Lilaphite.

With an energy that was soft
and a gaze that was clear.

She spoke of warmth
to those who had learned
to praise the frost.

She could see through the ashes of the mystery of a clouded being.

Many turned away.
A few grew restless,
for fire remembers what we try to forget.

Neglected,
Ignored,
And dismissed.

Still, she guarded the fire
so that others remembered they were not cold.

Lilaphite did not mistake the world
for what it was.

She lived
as if it were already becoming
what it could be.