Gaia

...it's too much to cry about anymore.

 

Ivory hands grasp at moonlight

While her heels touch the sun

She whispers sweetly to storm clouds

But says nothing of love

 

In her eyes there are diamonds

Buried, dead in the coal

And her lips lose their vigor

When the dawn rises, red

 

Her little heart is in shreds,

Littered petals on the ground

And the sky opens, she cries

For the canvas it cleans

Reviews

[Valorie J. Shearer]

Very beautiful words! I especially love this stanza>

Her little heart is in shreds,

Littered petals on the ground

And the sky opens, she cries

For the canvas it cleans

Take care~~~