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I was captured by
her luminous reflection,
Her face dressed in
a forlorn beauty
as she looked beyond 
the stars and wept,
each tear a memory 
of Love's affection
memories that flooded 
the heart in pain.
                  ii
Eyes once as beautiful and clear 
as the early 'morn
relinquishing futile tears 
in the palm of her hands,
cradling memories for 
each tear shed, she mourns,
a portrait of despair 
by the light where she stands.
Both hands on her heart, 
that Death had not claimed.
                  iii
To watch Beauty's forlorn face 
slowly age and die
no sleeve to wear her heart 
or wipe the tears away,
brings its own tears that bleed 
my conscience dry.
Arrest now my heart and 
ask not as to the reasons why
why Beauty beats in a heart 
never seen, yet still dies?
                     iv
Breath quickened as the blue hour 
drew ever nearer
beauty and ruin skipped barefoot 
in the morning dew
under vagrant skies guided 
by the beguiling sun
The heart paused a while to breathe 
in the morning hue
eyes sparkling with delight 
for a world she barely knew
                   v
A shroud of familiar voices 
welcomed her in toxic silence 
Their intent to converse only 
with the tongues of rattling purses
as she opens her clenched hands 
which contains her fragile life 
she offers a penny, then draws 
close to her chest a bouquet of flowers 
while caustic tongues of all colours 
and flavours waft above the curses. 
                        vi
Bodies swayed like a thousand ships 
tossed about in a raging storm
Flower baskets held aloft displaying 
a sea of a thousand rainbows 
a jamboree of fragrance subduing 
the odour of the unwashed souls
while the poorest of the poor wouldn't 
offer the drippings from their nose 
as the untended bantlings sit clueless 
playing with a banquet of dirt.
                          vii
"How can they say God is Love when 
my own heart has been shown none?"
It was time to leave this stage 
and all its performing acts and clowns.
Cradling her thoughts and primroses 
as they both wilted before her eyes
barefoot, in the blistering heat she walked, 
blood dripping from her soul,
the pangs betwixt hunger and death visited  
hourly like an unwelcome guest.
                         viii
The heart slipped as the sun dipped 
below the mansard roofs
wilting flowers she could not sell nor eat, 
tightly fastened to her clutches.
No longer could her eyes deceive 
a heart that had so much left to give
when a gentleman walking briskly by, 
stooped to ask how much ?
"A shilling your honour, sir, but I fear 
the flowers you want may not live."
                           ix
"With a little love and care they will blossom 
of that you have my word,
for every bud and flower deserves 
a second chance in life to bloom",
he unclenched the flowers from cold hands 
replacing them with a shilling 
a silence of joy filled that moment 
as she bid the gentleman farewell,
her upbeat heart skipped homeward 
under the gaze of the guiding moon.
                         x
As she stood wistful by the window 
I asked her do you believe in God?
"God? I hope only exists for the poor 
and that mother is sleeping in Heaven 
I don't know where Heaven is sir, 
mother said it's here, in your heart
for if it's true sir i would like nothing more 
than to be in her arms instead
but at nigh on seven years old 
I don't know if I should like being dead".
                           xi
I address myself spitting 
my conscience at the mirror
with a heavy burden I walk away 
carrying my heart in my mouth
How a child so beautiful in nature 
is born to die, yet never born to live?
my conscience will make amends, 
a promise that my heart will keep.
I have heard and listened to your cries, 
this man's heart shall never sleep.
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