celestial dreams.

A name

She had only one name on her lips as she parted
Not that of the lover who stood at her bed
Not that of her family who stared glassy eyed
Not that of her friends , at home who cried.
The last name she spoke as her soul lifted
Was that which her mother to her had gifted

Hearts once broken ought to be handled with care,
Hers in particular had been stabbed, scratched, burned and thrown
It was those closest to her who had smiled while it was torn.

Wealth she had beyond comprehension, riches she had plenty
Real friends, love and luck she had by the penny
She tried, and failed and tried to have one faithful
But each one of them was a companion unsuccessful

Her hearts sorrows she confined in a book
To her characters, her tears she took
The mind of a reader would shrivel at one glance at any page.
Shrivel at the pain to which she was engaged.

And her soul lifted