Stella was the petal from a Rose
A leaf of beauty fallen from the bloom,
Who, carried on the wings of broken dreams
Would share her tears and kisses with the moon.
She lived among remains of withered hearts
Her eyes were cursed from watching their decay,
She stole away in clammy, fevered dreams
To cleanse the vile corruption of the day.
Such visions will infect a troubled soul
No human spirit can itself sustain,
Yet she was christened child of a star
Whose distant orbit was in flux again.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011
From, “The Echo of Heartbeats”
Picture, Sad Girl by TINITUSS at deviantART.
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