Epyllion

WHEN SHE WEEPS:

Dewdrop falling, midnight colored eyes
No moon to light the springtime skies.
Oft she lays this way in silence
Her soul a tortured form of defiance.

Pretty spirit who had butterfly wings
Once lifted voice, to him shed sing
All the ways her heart had yearned
Candles lit, each left to burn

For he who walks in the river of her tears.

Fast approaching end of her line
Colors left the valley of her mind
In dismal disarray, she crashes down
Surprised by the fact shes made no sound

Even as her tears fill the oceans depth.

When she weeps, the goddess breaks
Beneath the weight of her heartache.
She hides the moon, in deep respect
Of a loveless souls sorrowed neglect.

And calls in the tide from her running tears.

©dragonpoe
5/18/07