Aftermath
Asunder torn, this bleak and ravaged land:
the pyres of war, now embers; bone-ash dust
lay scattered, as the winds of time command -
the story comes to end, as all things must.
A silent shadow in the ruins, there,
adjusts her lilac shawl with trembling hand;
she pushes back a strand of silvered hair,
the memories fall about her where she stands.
Alone she stands upon salvation's road
all laden with lavender lollipops,
a woman ancient, some would just call old;
beyond - she's lost amongst the lemon drops.
It's where you'll find her if you'll only see,
locked in her mind is what has set her free.
September 1, 2009
