iskarlata

A friend suffers hurt, a lack of hopeThe agony of loss and its utter despairYet she is unable to feel the brokennessTo bring the cleansing, healing flow of tearsToo much pain in such a short timeRushes at the soul breaking it in twoSo quick that she feels the frozennessOf a heart rendered but not yet awareYet the time will come as she wanly waitsWhen such grief will seep through her being Etching itself upon her lovely soulLike delicate filigreed golden threadsSo that she shines like the moon itselfReflecting the care and love for othersThat creates a precious person of meaningOne we would all yearn to want as, our friend!