I could see her face pressed against the pillow
and her sullen eyes fading in gray clouds,
breathing deeply as her hands moved in closer
towards her shadowed cheeks, trickling tears
rolling down her pale skin in somber waves.

I thought her soul was strong like the breezing
seas, supreme and majestic like gigantic mountains,
but her sinking existence is cracked and shattered,
moving in exploding dimensions, dim and meaningless,
offbeat and drained in weight and sound.

I could see her diminishing dreams falling below
the riverside, flowing beneath suffocating bridges,
trying to find the answers to a broken question
lingering inside her brain, how when the tall trees
rock in the night to earth’s landscape, there is no
rhythm, sound, or serenity.