Earth’s still-born sister

Cast-away
Aborted

Your ghostly image
Pock-marked and pale

Follows

A haloed haunting
Forever drawn
By primitive
Family ties

Shy sibling
Nightly your clouded iris
Averts our gaze

But this evening
In wonderful dilation

You stoop low
To peer

In magnificent bloodshot beauty

At what might have been

© Marcus Lane 2008

This could be beautiful,
If you let it,
But you strain against convention,

Time and again,
I’m left in the cold,
Along with the masses,
You bask in a warm glow,
Individuality,

I try to match you,
You’re one step ahead,
This could be beautiful,
But you never look back.