Thursday, May 13, 2010


A fearful realist, she peered into the void,
Unable to resist its Siren call—
In that abyss, where everything’s destroyed,
She saw the end of all she loved, the fall
Of joy, security and hopefulness—
She knew despair. What faith she ever had,
A bubble burst, consumed by her distress,
Gave way to desolation, bleak and sad.

Is there no resurrection from the death
Of spirit and the darkness of the soul?
What inspiration can restore the breath
To one so desolate and make her whole?
Conspiring with her soulmate through this night,
Conjoined with love, she found again delight.