She is an empty star in silence;
The halo of likeness is dying in despair;
Three tears of crying and she loves with love not there;
She is useless in her didactic longings;
It is the gold that laces untaken eternity;
She drifts into her longings as if - an empty book;
Without the burning lust to burn her souls fraility;
A sullen show of tears she has given;
She dies with tears for thoughts;
A naked in the blanket of night never;
Never - the want of love still, but;
The gold is filling in her geography in her reckless rain;
In the shift of smoking light;
A great goddess, swimming in.
copyrighted 2010
