I saw you laughing

We were clasping doors shut.

Knock on wood to save yourself,

shut the door hand on my mouth

you don't

deserve to hear it.

Like a tree was falling down

I bent so far for a secret of my daughters.

She carried branches in bundles laughing

setting fire to the forest 

by the morning she'd be bored and I'd wonder how.

Before its over set your eyes on falling sky's

despite the fact I'm blind.

If beauty is disaster I can find it in your laughter.

What a woe what a woman, to me.

Reviews

[misha]

I loved this piece. What a beautiful yet almost tragic poem.
"If beauty is disaster, I can find it in your laughter." Such a powerful line that captivated my attention. Great job!