i had a strange premonition last night
about my love carried by the sea
down onto the shores of mercy street
she was decorated with a enchanted silver necklace
speckled with crystal diamonds between her feet
once long ago ...
she used to mask her beauty with low-self esteem
her mother was so proud of her youngest daughter
despite her envy of other peers
her hair was woven like white silk thread
her eyes were brighter than the orange-yellow sun
she often wondered
how her life had become
pretty she will be
one day
the shape of shadows form
where her body used to be
like a canvas without colour
like a man without his egos
like a sky without stars
the language of her soul
had yet to be discovered
she spoke eloquently in school
with a mastery of diction
her beauty was covered by those fears
she could not confront then
the subtle rejection
that paralyzed her confidence
towards men
she blamed herself in excess
ugliness was something
she inwardly embraced
bitter tears were slowly trickling
down her angelic face
all those disturbing memories appeared
whenever she would try to ignore the fear
the fear would grow like a demon seed
festering inside
always pushing her happiness away
it seemed her life was incomplete
like a child divorced from her mother
she needed to dream the highest again
of those things she felt an affinity to
to be young-hearted and innocent
instead of decifering her life
with a microscope
oh how she longed for such sweetness
like fruit of paradise that never ages
she will be pretty one day
maybe
