the floating girl

he saw her in perspective,
her fading, to the infinitesimal,

though embracing her,
with no tether, she was a free form
in a space with no gravity,

when she would start floating,
often she could feel the lift
first at her heeled shoes,

no use,
she was the floating girl,

with no reference to earth,
her, a species between feather and bird
parallel-ing between worlds,

but always fading,
volatile yet as any sun,

into that crack of dawn
blinding, at its first light.