She had cried a river
A great river; great Blue River
It shone in the sun and glistened in the moonlight
But why were these tears to be?
Created by the tormented wounds
that no one else could see
Why did it seem, that she had lost all her fight
Simple things that happened overnight
When the world carried on
She was left behind
Searching for a little sincerity, hidden behind the mist
That blinded her, balling her hands into fists
So she cried herself a river
A river which ran for day upon day
month upon month
and for year upon year
She shed many tears and keened for her loss
so soon the river turned to sea
and the sea turned to ocean
And when the ocean covered her world
she built a bridge
and upon that bridge, she ran and she ran
She fled to where time began
and saw the beautiful hue beyond the haze
So on the bridge, she danced a dance
she skipped with joy to the other side
where she caught up with the world
And with them shared memories
but carried on with life, no longer left behind.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
