When Will She Be Loved?

She Feels The Cold Truth,
Hears The Relentless Cry,
Sees The Eternal Black Haze,
Tastes The Dew Of A Fallen Sky.

No Hand Has Touched Hers,
Cared For It With Simple Grace
Like A Void Of Unimportance,
That's Left No Such Trace.

Heaven Sent Down Illusions
Of What Could Possibly Save Her,
But They Left In A Whisper
With Images Of What They Once Were.

But She Seeks For The Truth,
Any Feeling To Break Open Her Heart
In A Way That Won't Bleed,
To Find Her Way Back To The Start.

©® March 2006
Ciermae B.