Nothings
And she stared at the nothings that fell at her feet
frozen in the still wind as a silent image of an angel
She held the beauty of the world
She clutched eternity in her stare
Was she all alone as she stood there upon the top of the stair
of where stars frowned down in earnest reproach of such a lovely sight
She wrapped the blanket of heavens around her frame
She stared and all I could was sigh
This is what it was like to face a love, to be removed, and then to die
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2009
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