hollow….
hollow…
A silhouette of silence,
a veil to cover the pain,
eyes that see through you,
warmth that extinguishes
as into the shadows she fades.
Beautiful dreamer of lost lives,
lives no one has anymore,
lives only found now
in a more recent fairytale book,
she reads from faded pages,
avoiding the end because she knows,
nothing is as it was before.
A tear will fall as she closes her eyes,
upon the pillow they will fall
in the darkness of night
where she can disguise the pain
that never really goes away.
A silhouette of silence,
a shadow fallen upon the wall,
a tree dances outside the window,
a cool wind extinguishes what once was
as into her death bed she fades,
lost now, not long ago, but already forgotten,
her name never spoken upon the lips
of those who said they loved her,
are they afraid or did they just forget?
The turning of the final page,
wrinkled and worn well before its time,
too early she grew old,
now its too late, the story’s told,
the book has closed, as into the shadows she fades,
a beautiful dreamer of lost lives,
lives no one lives anymore,
lives only found now
below
the hollow
cold ground.
copyright by Kristy Tallman, November 2, 2008
