Alation

Supine

Untamed she was, 

Wild was her being, 

The storm she was, 

Washing over my sullen being. 

Laying on barren land, 

Digging her feet in sand, 

Holding a butterfly on her hand, 

She made the world seem grand. 

She made me realize, 

How I lived was wrong, 

Just when I thought, my boat would capsize, 

She showed me I was strong. 

Now that I look up, at the skies, 

The pain of losing her, in me ; does rise

I feel her warmth settle in my eyes, 

In death she has made her guise. 

I will live as she taught me to, 

Untamed and wild much like her soul, 

I will drink the dew 

And meet my goals, 

I will help those that feel blue

And make them whole. 

For her I will yearn, 

In the fire of longing I will burn, 

The writing of fate I will overturn,

To her, one day I will return.