You see she's such a strong woman and so strange in her ways
She knew secrets that only sufferings can teach...
She was a lone one a strong one....
But somethings can never be forgotten
'It happened in ages past...'
'Surely time can take away such love
What a curse if it can't.'
'It can't.' I said......
But that was fancy wasn't it?
Might as well ask the mountain to speak....
It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colors. A richer resonance to our words. That is if it doesn't destroy us. If it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions ans the respect for simple yet indispensible things
Who are the shades we wait for
and believe
will come some evening in limousines
from heaven?
The rose
Though it knows
is throatless
and cannot say
my mortal half laughs
the code and the message are not the
same
And what is an angel
but a ghost in drag?
Cover her face
Mine eyes dazzle
She died young
I saw her heart close.....
