She dreamed of Icarus - soaring down on steel wings
Shrouded in cobalt, magenta colored clouds -with outstretched, feathery fingers
Lifting her up to dance with him in a beautiful Stravinsky ballet...
As it was meant to be- not how it was
She was like a delicate portrait...
Which had fallen from its gilded frame
Abandoned...
Lying face down on the empty, cold wintry floor
An elegantly created portrait once painted in striking hues of indigo blue
Her eyes told a story of bittersweet, amethyst colored sorrows
That etched themselves throughout the frail, intricately woven canvas of her soul
Over time...
Thoughtless hands subtly contrived and manipulated the beauty of her painted Portrait Into a resemblance likened to that of a cold chiseled statue
Calloused, careless fingers molded her-
Lancinating the fragile fragments of her spirit
Leaving her heart with the etoliated, worn material called her life
She was a beautiful, delicate butterfly...
Bruised by many shadows in her world
Leaving her unable to fly away from its thirsty arid rain filled skies
It left her struggling to stay afloat in the spring's melting snow
Life had bruised her tender skin...
Gnawing away like insatiable insects on her delicate pink frescoed soul
Leaving her feeling like a fabricated manikin on display...
For all to pose her as they selfishly may
Muddied soil was the blood that coursed through her veins
Holding her tethered heart in fleshy, lumpy mounds of dark, chocolate brown earth
It held her helplessly clogged in the dirt...
That descended down in the empty spaces of her soul...
Like the muddied strings of yellow, tattered maize
They entwined their ragged tassels throughout her life flowing veins...
Choking off the blood she needed to nourish her weakened, hungry heart
Mighty winds toppled her willowy, limber tree -
Snapping the delicate boughs of her arms as it pulled at the fleshy bark of her skin
She stood cold and alone in the icy winter night...
Wrapped only in her naked flesh - with open, bleeding indigo wounds
Standing under the icy, mist of the winter moon...
Her heart and soul painfully revealed -
Painted like a portrait in shades of indigo blue
Slowly over time her soul began to heal- her mind became mended
Tattered strings that once held her heart captive lifted their muddied grip
She began to lift her wings to the sky -reaching out her soul to the Universe
When suddenly ...
Her Icarus flew down on silvery colbalt wings -
He gathered her carefully into his arms -tucking her head gently under his wings
Together they began to fly upwards towards the skies...
Softly painting their portrait in shades of indigo blue
