a waterfall..
waiting on the edge of an eyelash..
pushing.. desperatly trying to fall
to land with a splahs
on a torn and bruised heart
a shell of beauty
a place that once had a part
that was love so completly
now hollow, the place stands
abandoned and unwanted
like a ship in sunken sands
no longer a vessel of joy, but haunted
a vessel now of ghosts
of visons, specters, and lost sisters
a silver thread weaving among the hosts
of the wailing,silent space, sequestered
a sob..
choked back with great effort..
rising, pushing.. trying to cry out
to reach out for any comfort
a thousand visions..
each a memory past
whirling in slow motions
disappearing all too fast
a girl left shaking..
alone and abused
desperatly asking
how this could have ensued.
no answer from the hollow halls,
no voice from the heavens,
no reasonable reason at all,
nothing but...
a tiny silver thread..
drifting yet attached
from far above and overhead
imposible to get a grasp
a tiny star slips out of sight
and all is wrong at once
no way to guide this ship in night
a hollow heart it's only pulse
this ship is sailing now
without any course or compass
with a single girl at the bow
frozen, praying for it to pass.
a waterfall..
cascading, down soft and rounded cheek
rushing over every fault
leaving the heart battered,weak
the bruises swell and quiver
any touch a cause to break
lamenting each tear,this rushing river
pain at it's most..a tormenting peak
and still the space sits hollow
abandoned and unused
no other tenant shall follow
no other radiant muse
the misty ship now sails
into an unknown night
the ghostly memory wails
slowly fading out of sight..
but never out of view.
no, never really away from you...
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