Sweet child,
Where did you get your royal jewels?
The deep lavish purples and reds
that crown your wrists
and curl round slender grey fingers.

Sweet beautiful woman,
Reveal the secrets of your ever shrinking frame,
That your mane has grown far too large for

Your hollow eyes scream your travels
As you tell me,

" We've come far to be where we stand"

The waves that crashed you to me -
I'm sure are unfathomable.

In your delicate complexion
I see my old loves,
My sisters,
My brothers,
My friends.
Miss I'm not religious-
I'm praying for you tonight.