She looks into the air, and sees herself as falling rain
a dripping coldness past, my memories an old pain
drops fall, puddling her already damp water-life
a spiraling mirror, a self-lonely strife
a sigh, one frown, crying soft saddened tears
storms of remembering through bleak yesterday
clouds-a-whirl, the dark sky sheltering a fair heart
but how can she enjoy, while taking no part?
Covering a cold soul, corona of defense
defying the stab of her fates intents
this is madness, she thinks in a plaintive cry
I'm here, on the cusp of laying down to die
what is my destiny, but an empty-off dream?
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme
am I doomed then to live, time never-free?
Consumed wholly beneath life's scattered debris?
Is justice, outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow, a painfall fall-out?
Is live, perhaps, just a sliver of sun?
Shining through mists, revealing Avalon?
Personal paradise, which I can own
evoking happiness, hither unknown
she raises from streets of lonely no more
light slicing through darkness, her hopes washed ashore
her withered gait now straightening with pride
she glides like an angel 'cross her futures tide
her belief in life renewed, no only found
footsteps echoing, a cadence of sound
caressing the ground, singing the beat of her heart
into the sun setting loves brand new start