Soles

Written for someone in need of support

I knew her in a dream;
   doe-eyed and searching for herself.
  A fiery little sprite. Someone
you could love endlessly.
   She came to me often,
some times with ear-to-ear and
  often others with a tear. She would
     speak to me of the rain, and of the Sun,
  her voice often drifting through her own
              dreams.
     She would bleed and bleed upon the
  stone slabs about her. You know, those unmarked
head-stones we all share in our closet.
    Her cries were never in vain. I swore to catch every
   drop she shed, and collect them in a cup,
         so that when she could shed them no more
I would use them to saturate the ground she
                   walked on.
      And when she finally lays down, the grass will grow
about her. She'll kick her feet so mindlessly in
    the air, and the blades of grass
          will caress and soothe her
                              wearied soles.

   And one day she will dance
               among the poppies and the
                                                daisies.

Reviews

[Laura]

The ending was beautiful. The whole thing, though, was beautiful and haunting. The whole time I was reading it, it was playing in my head. I think this will be something I never forget. Amazing job, really.

[heich]

And one day she will dance
among the poppies and the
daisies.
the perfect way to end it...