Immortal Siren

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 Crumpled-paper clouds 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 Heart-strings, Shrieking in cheery chimes and beckoning warmth To be broken. Did the red haze cover Her unadulterated eyes? Just then, 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.