| Cheerless Eyes |
She with cheerless eyes, like ancient Romans missing togas, they seem sunk without resolve, to descry candle fire to light ceremonies. Should she splinter bread, pray-god, about the lip- quivers atop the slow beat of heart heard plenty miles away from love, she would seek to regain, hold again, the quiet hand without words and smile, the first in years before chains bound her inside her mind. She could do it over, this time with steady palms, hold desire, free the sad, sad years; only lips can reseal a broken heart with placid cherry smiles. Vulnerable in her anorexic sleep, she appears alive and aiming to seize her life again, again. There is worth in her, like winter but more like a newer season, one yet invented but willing to arise when once her eyes light newfound ceremonies. Roadpan � 2003 |
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