Her hair spread in tight knots of pain and lies;
Life had been a labyrinth of broken dreams
Nay, broken hearts of those she leads…
Solemn along in life’s relations,
Yet, solemnity, now doubted with revelations,
No longer, had she strength to devoir,
Memories hovering, heartbreak’s painfully noir.
Heart buried somewhere along the path,
Yet the pain, the chamber in her breast still hath;
Eye lids clenched, for the pain she gifted to another,
Unknowingly, yet; believed she, she must suffer.
My eyes watched for her, for she could sleep,
My heart bet for her, for she could leap,
To the realms of happiness, one in a thousand dreams,
To lands of fantasy, laugher in springs and streams.
Bore I, the weight of her eye lids and heart,
For more shall be, if she was apart,
Draining her tears into the abyss of mine,
How would she know, her smile made my life shine.
Wings spread, too fragile to flight,
Wrecked, yet, She held on, like a quarter of the moon’s last might;
Maybe a day, when she must leave,
She needed to know, In her broken wings , I did believe.
A thousand miles and infinitely more,
I shared the hurt that she bore,
I dwelled, I fell out, I lost myself in the lane,
Amongst the shadows in her melancholy strain…
