The blisters were all around her, she bleeded in white.
Her pain was naked,
but the white caused no red in her.
She was forced to bend,
her skins crushed, tears went unseen...
I stood far from her,
straight to her,
and my tears were clear.
It rolled down the cheeks,
carrying away the hopes I bore,
melting my feet, my ways.

Years then her bodice had so much pink there and there;
Beneath her was my kin trying to snuggle,
their blues blessed by her shadows.
And when winds went caressing, she sprinkled her pinks to the love's blooming.
I went to her on thursdays to talk my stories, my pains...
I would sleep under her, eat her, climb her,
my selfish greed would press my heart against her,
and I never got to see her blushes...
She would just listen, stand as still, still as a tree.

Today, I would rather dream if only she had the claws,
Or those large wings of the drakes,
Maybe handsome legs that stalked,
only dreams now and then shined from within, and somedays from nowhere.
She had gone.
Her hands cut, all her children dried out, some took by her foes;
She disappeared among them, among those dark desires of earth's nemesis.
And am here searching her shadows...

Her, gave us everything,
Her sheltered us.
Her was the beauty earth bore,
her was the lord, her true saviour.

Her was to me the tall friend,
her was to me a poem,
her was to me none less than a human,
her was the tree that carried my leisure, her was lost forever;

© thepoetharri