Soft velvety violet skies
Float by jaded emerald eyes
Nature, russet in hue
Now shivered in anticipation, long overdue
Cold comfort was offered from the sun
As a cool zephyr had already begun
Clouds now bulging and overladen
Wept in silence
A soft pitter patter
Became a torrential downpour
Jaded emerald eyes
Turned red with tears
Fair-skinned, and faint hearted
Wept, with avalaching sorrow
Her thoughts, lingered like shadows
Silhouetted by the setting sun
As spiders weave webs of intrigue
That now glisten, in the moistening air
Whilst hope was lost
In the twinkling echoes of a dying star
A deafening white noise
Breaks the empty silence
The mute muse
Tortured and alone
Could only dance in solitude
Of pirouetting pity
An aching heart
And shattered dreams
A voice now choked in silent reminiscence
As jaded emerald eyes still wept
A poetic voice
Now lay in silence
She would write no more........