A Fallen Star

Seen through the red in her eyes… The fireplace from whence burns her soul Life begins with this broken promise A lost trust, delivered with a royal seal The silence separated by their erupting spatter Between her teardrops a severed umbilical cord Raging winds and crashing waves her eyes utters Her heart lies on the tip of a quivering tongue I turn away from her deep insight… She lives each day through a rising storm With each wipe her face is a world full of tears Sweat beats on her forehead soaking wisdom Her innocence swept away by the runoff She’s a fallen star awash in the rains Her presence defined like mist taking off And with that she vaporizes and reigns Star People - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen