Alone in the garden with her own mortality,
The jagged moon haunts her desires;
This child of harmony is in the rain
And a dance of death fills the ground with her tears.
She sits along a slowly flowing river
On the shores of false tranquility;
She holds on to the wind
And follows it from the river's birth
In a midnight dream across the continent,
Where no one hears the child and her forest cry.
Linked to dVerse
Year:
2013
Reviews
No reviews yet.