Monday, April 8, 2013

Fate



It’s already too late
To wrap, to cuddle, to love,
To cradle
She was found on a lake
No cry
The silence screams
Wilting the new born flowers
She won’t ever bloom
She has crossed the gate,
The Iron doors of fate
Alice
Mary
Kate?
No name
Floats on a lake
Why forsaken?
Mom?
Where are you mom?
No sound, no womb
No happy birthday
Cake
Stranger’s arms
And hearts
Ache
Amelie?
Flowers spin fast paced
Knitting a blanket
Of petals
To warm cold hearts
To make life place
Sally?
There will never be a date
Please
Let it be silence
No debates
Little Ellie has emerged
Above in heaven
Let her memories be
Just petals
Aboard a lake