reaching out to brush away
a single thread of gold from her face,
his smile stopped the winds to hear his smile sing
her hair, threaded with gold.
she was broken as the sky below,
but threaded with hope-
resurrected from the grave of her dreams.
dancing with the ghosts,
in the flowering white dress,
glints of guilt framing her thoughts
broken, but with desperation
for a new inauguration
with a radical definition
to her adoration
rekindle the candle
let the rage be cooled
into a fiery calmness
he stopped to hold her delicate soul,
put it in a cast until it mends as a whole
broken, but for the better
to be made renew
reconstruction,
destroy with a purpose
destroy the askew
to squeeze out the last adieu
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
reaching out to brush away
a single thread of gold from her face,
his smile stopped the winds to hear his smile sing
her hair, threaded with gold.
she was broken as the sky below,
but threaded with hope-
resurrected from the grave of her dreams.
dancing with the ghosts,
in the flowering white dress,
glints of guilt framing her thoughts
broken, but with desperation
for a new inauguration
with a radical definition
to her adoration
rekindle the candle
let the rage be cooled
into a fiery calmness
he stopped to hold her delicate soul,
put it in a cast until it mends as a whole
broken, but for the better
to be made renew
reconstruction,
destroy with a purpose
destroy the askew
to squeeze out the last adieu
