Abandoned in the night
and lost forever
in the gulches of a dream .

She cries for the words
that touch her being.
Her tears stain the shadows
and dampen the winds
for a thousand days .

She protects her heart
avoiding those
in need of comfort .
She is the tolling bell
hidden inside a storm .

One more time she
cracks the door of loneliness.
Seeking beauty stoked
inside a paper moon.

Flames flicker in the
foggy ruins of time .
She is lost in the waiting
and fooled by
sleight of hand .

Crying over a poem
from a strangers pen ,
in a Thatchers hut she weeps .

Her path is lined
with short shrubs
and colored bottles .
Her path is long
but rocky and curved .

Into the gulch besides
her path
She shovels the
abandoned remnants
of her dream .