I saw her down the valley,
Again, near the lake side; looking so lonely,
Cigarette burning between two fingers,
She looked dazed from crashed memories,
Quiet but awake,
Serene but crashed,
Soft but mistrusted,
Strong she looked yet weak too,
Lost beyond disturbance,
I could feel it always and she could see it never,
Her glittering eyes were deep in pain,
Busy, she was; in collecting her memories, her treasure,
Drowned in her dreams,
Shattered dreams that were dashed into pointed pieces,
Shards that wounded her hands while they gathered,
I could see blood, wounds and tears,
Glimpses of invisible shearing pain she felt,
I want her to be happy again,
I hope she finds love again,
But my desires and hopes have different paths to lead,
I take my eyes off her,
And leave her down the valley,
To let her stand on her feet again,
And she will be in love again!
-illsuiOn~