She was me
Is me perhaps
Always has been
Imaginative and bright
Like a star...
Or moonlight shining on night-flowers
Light of the night
I remember it as yesterday
Clear and sweet
A meadow of flowers
On a sun-sweet day
I could be anything
A Goddess, a faery-queen, princess
A beauty
In my own mind
It pulsed blue like electrified water
Ocean within
Cold lapping ebb and flow
Breaking me
Reminding me of bitterness
Today
A slap in the face
I'd like to forget
No comments:
Post a Comment