So much can be heard in the spaces between.
So much can be said for the sights unseen.
Steps upon steps carry her to a path upstream
Digging, clawing, sweat fire like kerosene.
They underestimate the girl who is truly queen
The wet on her face falls from aquamarine
She reaches a hand to quiet her scream.
So higher she rose.
She is the setting sun that cared for the day,
Knowing that none and nothing can stay.
Keeping them all safely at bay.
and She is the moon who promises it’s not that way,
And rocks his being with her tidal sway.
Drawing him inside, coaxing him to stay.
Two tides, one soul, come and go, on replay
So far she fell.
She threw off the chill that shuttered her bones,
And counted the ripples of the stones she’s thrown.
She thinks there are lessons, and in that she’s grown.
The silence has given . . .a more humbling tone.
Her fear made vulnerable, heard in a moan
Awaiting with bated breath… afraid to be cast away, sitting alone.
She’ll see you tomorrow -
or maybe she won’t.
In the stars that grant wishes,
or the ones that don’t.
