Who is She?A Poem by TheWritingWriterThe line between what we know as real and fantasy can sometimes be blurred, but we can never ignore the way something makes us feel.I still dream of her face The healthy locks that once draped like a curtain Now have dissipated like a snowflake in an ocean How extreme the disease of time" Her eyes"her blue eyes were as crystals Shining brighter than the sun The once solid liquid now melting down her face As the crystals wave goodbye Her skin now bowing to the law of gravity Growing closer to the dust of which she came Oh! The laws of the universe" The good they assert, but how terrible the result She touches my frontal with her fingertips Though I see her touch, the sensation is absent The comfort and security of her is limitless Who is she? The sun radiating beams of light as her backdrop Stings my skin" The sun vanishes"its opposite dangling in the sky Cooler now She stares at me with the stars dangling above her As holes punched in the black sky What is beyond this hole-filled curtain? The home of others She comforts me with something non-existent But it does exist in her realm The motherly and supernatural affection It’s a puzzling concept She looks at me with crystals"and smiles She vanishes before I blink But the feeling I feel lingers She is as the fog I remain agnostic to her person Though her existence is sure I don’t know how and I don’t know why But her absence absolute"this wasn’t goodbye © 2014 TheWritingWriterReviews
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