January 26, 2013

• A writing.. Simply entitled "Alone"

  

   

  amidst the cool evening fog
  stands a woman alone
  her hair long and soft as down feathers
  her face as young
  and innocent as the fawns of the forest
  pale soft skin
  reminding me of the finest porcelain
  tears glide down her delicate skin, tickling her lips
  she gazes up to the sky...
  as if looking for a reason
  an answer
  a sign

  looking up at the large night sky
  so many stars, so small yet so bright
  such beauty painted delicately
  as if by a artists brush
  each one unique
  yet just as breathtaking
  I feel so small
  like one grain of sand
  amidst miles of shoreline
  her mind wanders..
  emotions flow through her
  like the gentle rhythm of the sea
  why must I feel so much emotion
  are you up there divine one
  have you time for me?

  Her eyes closing
  as she feels the cool wind
  blow through her long hair
  whishing it around her face
  like a horses main
  it flows wildly in the winds
  the cold bricks of the street
  shimmering with the starlight
  as if covered in glaze
  beneath her bare feet
  its like spirits are amidst the winds

  her mind wanders again...
  why do you let such things happen
  why must the innocent suffer
  why must they feel the hands of anger
  the pain, the abuse I've seen
  I've heard and witnessed
  and even felt
  leaves me feeling lost inside
  where does my anger go
  where do I cast it out
  where does the pain go
  will it ever leave me be

  grasping her long gown in her hands
  she lowers herself to the street
  kneeling with her knees
  on the cool bricks below
  she looks around
  run down buildings
  broken windows
  broken dreams and lives
  the remnants of an old fire
  a place where beauty and life
  family and friends
  once flourished
  now it stands quiet as the leaves
  standing still in the calm of the storm

  breathing deep into her,
  the damp night air
  feeling so much
  yet knowing so little
  needing so much
  yet receiving so little

  all she hears
  in the quiet of the night
  is the rhythmic beating of her heart
  that sings her to sleep at night

  all she feels this night...
  are emotions that dig and claw at her soul
  like a pack of wolves at a fresh meals kill

  closing her eyes
  her dreams speak to her again
  softly whispering
  how to heal and mend
  closing her eyes for a moment
  she reflects back
  to a time of greeting
  the fresh morning air
  the dew covered grass
  glistening like little gems
  feeling the grass caress
  her bare feet
  like the feathers of a bird
  the dew tickling her toes
  as it washes them clean
  laughing and smiling
  no cares, no sorrows
  only full of
  Wishes for tomorrow.

  ~Copyright

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