faded slate floor
a cold fireplace .
a very small window
overlooking a desolate avenue .
living in a hovel
where the walls were bare .
sometimes it\'s sad what
closes the doors
and that never allows them
to reopen .
left amid feelings of
long abandonment.
There was no path of truth
to amble on ,
just this path that leads
to the wooded waters edge , renewed .
She slid lid silently into
the water .
The ripples spread out
and shivered in the
moonlight
and then faded away .
A lovely flower
that that fell into the water
a long time ago .
She floated away
upside down
and nobody was ever
there to care ...