memories of hope,
reside in the glacial
crevices of heart.

she awaits the sun,
with no expectation
that it will come.

she remembers,
the days of daisy chains
and carefree love.
eons back,
across a barren plain.

she sits, on splintered
dreams
and washes her face,
with salty tears.

she waits for her life
to change,
for her ship to come
but she has never sent,
word for one.

she sows, sorrow
in her fallow fields
and harvests,
dust and fearful longings.

she is, the muse,
of those come undone
she is, mistress to those,
unraveled and unraveling

she is, loneliness incarnate.


she sits, on the cherry red
bar stool, in the corner
nursing, a  ***** martini
and waiting for her prince
she has been waiting for
a long time..... since...