Borrowed Wings
12-03-2002, 12:34 PM
Behind the lost meadows of time…
Lies a child…
From the center of her white, elaborate dress…
A blood spring pours onto the trees…
And the trees are alive…
Full of colorful flowers…
Full of hopes…
Full of desires…
Full of love…
A love that caused her demise…
That slaughtered her childish dreams…
Her emerald eyes flicker no more…
Her white skin radiate no light…
Her twisted curls no longer shine…
Her little fingers softly touch the prairie…
A sweet, gentle touch…
That livens the roots…
That makes the forest evergreen…
The trees grow all about her…
Their roots embrace her…
Their strong arms protect her…
Their foliage hides her from all spying eyes…
And she becomes the empathy of the forest…
Her blood is the foundation of existence…
Her beauty is the source of splendor…
But she grows no more…
Yet, I live on…
With the child murdered inside me…
A body… With no core…
Borrowed Wings
Lies a child…
From the center of her white, elaborate dress…
A blood spring pours onto the trees…
And the trees are alive…
Full of colorful flowers…
Full of hopes…
Full of desires…
Full of love…
A love that caused her demise…
That slaughtered her childish dreams…
Her emerald eyes flicker no more…
Her white skin radiate no light…
Her twisted curls no longer shine…
Her little fingers softly touch the prairie…
A sweet, gentle touch…
That livens the roots…
That makes the forest evergreen…
The trees grow all about her…
Their roots embrace her…
Their strong arms protect her…
Their foliage hides her from all spying eyes…
And she becomes the empathy of the forest…
Her blood is the foundation of existence…
Her beauty is the source of splendor…
But she grows no more…
Yet, I live on…
With the child murdered inside me…
A body… With no core…
Borrowed Wings