My name remains Nonessa,
my name, my only strand of home.
A place gone with the heat of a dancing sun,
blown away with the smile of an evening moon.
My name remains Nonessa.
I am from a line of fairies
who migrated from brightness
into a darkness so deep our hearts
burnt, our wings withered like roses
planted on a thirsty rock in the desert
I remain Nonessa, a daughter of that
far away land in your mind.