The silver of her eyes twinkled its last
On the edge of a frail escarpment in halted dust
Explosion of beauty raked through hair
Drinking deep the delicious evening Ocean
Her fields of sunflowers garishly dyed red
Bloodied while in the path where sunlight gave
Orange paper sun scattering its liquid ashes
Flowing fluidly in the stems of the sky's gashes
Angry scarlet painting, in her hands a sinful parody
Screaming were the seagulls' cry of blasted cacophony
Falling mutedly into the maw of a ferocious tide
The sun sank as night explodes in visceral infection
Hear lunar tears fall rapidly up against a black storm
The sorrow of the wailing wind tripped across the norm
Sobbing clenching whisp, perched on her private cliffs
Stained damp-white glow, magnificent and time-sieved
Shaken by beauty, touched and ravaged in purity
A crying silhouette outlined a strange clarity
As when the tears did stop and her soft sobs melted
Her laden eyes feasted on an infinity of stars
Galaxies of White dwarves diminished, blue and tamed
Faraway wonders each unsung and constantly unnamed
She eased into the grass and sighed a loved melody
Each sparkle a kiss upon her face in exposed frailty
The silver of her eyes twinkled its final flicker
When her gentle paper eyelids trembled back over
Caressed by the haunted sigh of a night breeze
Sleep, she did, hidden by her lover's sorcery.
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