Joely

Time brought her here, a yellow light of feasting, she dreams of the Spring, let others condone, their passing release, from broken homes, more than any fair, she'll do what's needed, forging her own being, a shiny pebble stone, she skims from the beach, swears She'll go it alone, love echoes in her care, beyond where fear seeps, salt reaches her skirt, like weaving pheremones, knows what she’s leaving, scatters it at waters gone, fixated or in prayer, many a grey dawn reveals, the way she is spared, all elswe is easy.