She came as a discovery, from
the corners of my soul, and marked years in those
times of old. She wrote her name all over me and I created depth in my flesh,
so deep where voice is created… and I kept her there, deep in my essence, safe and secure – protected. Inexorably
she became the most sacred part of me.
And
she loved me for that, but she never knew love before, she never understood love.
So, she stayed to endure defiantly, maimed and weary, in the fatigue of her
soul, in that poverty of her eternal spirit that was no longer human... love, forgotten
in loss – like a lost limb.
We
rose only to fall…
