March 25, 2013

Beautiful Words....


She was an ephemeral.  
Too lovely a sounding word?
for one who left such scars
-pain and duplicity- 
upon ardent hearts
For most,
 she was an evanescent
pin prick to the ego-
sharp, short lived, and eventually
(How is it that the tender bud 
acquires such hubris when held
 with love, devotion, and care
 throughout the blossoming?) 

For a scant few,
 she burgled the spirit
and tore at the fabric of love.
And still they loved,
And still

Hoping the scintillation
on the surface
would someday reach the depths.
Onward go little flower
You'll reap what you sow.