MelodyofaMemory

She thought to herself, I am 19. Kill me. She stared down at her hands in thought, eyes pressed towards the horizon. It was like time had never passed, yesterday so vivid in her mind. The screaming, the cries of outrage from her mother so... Stop it, she thought. This kind of thinking will not get you anywhere.  She didn't want to force herself to remember the past. She turned her head skyward and focused on the breeze in the clouds, sending fluff scattering across the blue. How beautiful, she thought. The sky seems unaffected by my turmoil. I love it. If only the rest of the world could be as beautiful, perhaps it would be easier. It would

I see the moon inside my mind Round like the head of a thimble Perforated like my complexion Brimming with grief, she cries I see the sky cradled in flame A sea of golden threading the sky I wonder who creates the loom And watch from far below I sea the threads of wheat in fields Moving like a rain of grass Sprouted from ground, the soil is holy I see no sin far beyond

Nameless words, all full of text Fitting with the ruling vex The land is coursing; ancient blood Red is flowing, it's a flood Rain is streaming from the gods Forming land upon we trod Through the everglades and green Looking for the space between Silence reigns, always supreme Filling space 'tween you and me