I wonder sometimes
What she saw, in exhilarating day-
That time of morning
When the sky smiles in winsome blue,
Sun-kissed grass paints itself over
And over in needle-points to scar the horizon and
Frolic on invisible threads and ladders
Held up by rosy breezes-
Robust in their secret toils-
It must have been sparkling with mirth-
Shy and winking with mystery-
Scarlet and poison-bright, shod in ruby
Shrieking in cheery chimes and beckoning warmth
To be broken.
Did the red haze cover
Her unadulterated eyes?
Raping from the inside,
Her skin become dead ivory-
She saw- no glow,
Life left like a displaced conch,
Only echoes of what was once
An ocean, rolling outward in pageants and never-ending beauty-
Now blindness and melancholy tide, coming and going
and folding in death.
Once a regal fire in hues of purple-
Now bloody embers and ashes of diamonds-
the taste of the white fruit, lingering in her bitter mouth-
Once soul-juice illuminating and lily-stained pools-
Now reflections in shards of glass.