Hers

Hers was a chameleon soul
Flitting with the moons ebbs and whims
A freewheeling compass
That led her dancing in riddles
A blur of soft kisses on the shoreline
And kaleidoscope lights in her mirror
A million smiles shattered on the landscape
And split between them
Each claiming he knew her
Each an affinity with his piece
Broken shards shine brightest you know.
And she is beautifully broken.