When Once The Veil Of Her Face

when once the veil of her face

fell and was lost with just a murmur from the sky

the bandage of her lips

that patterned the travel of her speech

unravelled the twists and turns as voice meets voice

torturing the ghost of my ears;

 

her eyes of a forest green

still lost inside the portrait of her distant shell

on her canvas of elusive bones

hiding with the hearts of swans far beyond her castle walls

where stores her tears inside the tower of an August mist

where once her music flowed

bringing light to the darkness of a thousand hidden stars;

 

where now the warm milk of her thighs?

her delicate hands of daffodil and wool?

she is as distant as I inside my world of growing rage!

how I age with the crows that now circle her constant stares

as each and every single day

I question the strength of a human heart;

the cruelty of fate:

 

drowning in a sorrows rain

where swims no more my aches and pains of once pleasant memories

as I climb the stairs to her soul

still fighting the plague of her mind

since the veil of her face

fell and was lost with just a murmer from the sky;