She stood out on the balcony:
I noticed for perhaps the first time
that she was made of certain things,
complicated things,
but then again
aren't complicated things
the best things,
and so it was that I watched her,
and whilst I watched
she began to transform.
Her brown hair turned hues;
fire and winter and lightning
all at once.
Her hands became starlight,
and in her eyes
I gazed galaxies yet unexplored.
And all at once
humanity came flooding back in.
I too
wanted to change
whatever it was
that I was changing into.