Her smoking eyes
Under the moonlight
She juts out from the mast
Chalking up memories
Of an uncertain past
She holds her breast in strength. sorrow. &fear.
Shes all she has
&all she knows
An unbroken revere
She flies fast above the thrashing seas
That she has called home for years
Made of stone,
&rightfully so
She un-complicates what she bears
Her dress, draped, falls onto her skin
She braces herself
Effortlessly
While holding her precious sin
Hermoso nene
Her only fault
Life now in a tarnished halt
We question her faith,
Noticing the cross she bears around her neck
Sólo la muerte es el presente
In just a glance we recognize this
As a beacon of strength
We feel the suffering
&want to know the rest of the story
This is the last of it
The only thing left
to commemorate her glory© m.f. /Roxywaters Mar. 2009
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