Alabaster goddess, small fissures did display
Suspended in an expectant posture, very poignant this way
Her hands outstretched and forward as if grasping for someone
Cheekbones raised I see a tear reflecting in the sun
Ghost of once a goddess, larger fissures now displayed
Seasons, decades swirling round, longer these last days
The last sail gone for so long with many setting suns
All that’s left is silence where their last words were all but sung
©2010-2011 Michael Yost
She had seen better times. Now it was time for a reckoning. It would happen to everyone later in life. Very deep, booguloo!
Hank
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Thanks for the visit and the comment Hank.
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Seems that this could be applied to humanity as well?
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Everlasting Love goes a long way… 🙂
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