Soul colors

A zest of colors merge.

He sees through her.

Stands still, unpredictable,

His blue eyes lost.

She frails through the pink,

 cerulean and the fluorescing

yellows of life.

Smiling back at him.

 

It hurts to let him go

 and stay all the same.

There is no solace

 In hoping for the grave.

For he will never come back

and she’s holding time…

In the hope that he will!

She knows he will!

 

Her deep glassy eyes

Look in the mirror,

Waiting for him

To stand behind her.

She longs a glance,

 A comforting touch,

Cursing destiny that sent

them to the parting dance.

  

His livid deportment,

Has left her wailing.

She tries to bless him through

Her pain and knows well

it is her respite. For bonds

Like this last forever.

He is part of her ‘soul crew’!

 

Someday she will see him

 Smile at life, as she did

Through the misty fog.

Someday he will see

What she was to him

Beyond the gates of her hell,

 Guarded by the black dog.

 

But now, oh now, the water

Is still! The road seems

So uphill. If only it wasn’t

Tumultuous, Winding.

 If only it was real to be

with him in his arms hearing

Their wedding bell chiming!

 

But it isn’t, yet she waits

On the same path where she

First met him. This time with a gift.

Her heart in a glass coffin.

 It still bears his name.

Just the same,

Oh, yes! It beats just the same!