Wake her. I can’t wake her.
A trance so simple to employ has held her captive these many years.
Wake her. I can’t wake her.
Smelling salts, the promise of every good apple,
a song pleasant to the ears,
a hand soft on her face.
I have pledged my life
to pour out water that will move stones
down the mountain of doubt and
build for her a tower where the best sunsets will be captured in her eyes.
I have promised,
still she sleeps.

The Girl Who Lost Her Bird 6 - available
“The Girl Who Lost Her Bird”

The Girl Who Lost Her Bird is in the Art Journal Originals gallery in my Etsy shop. She is also available on Redbubble as a print.

September 21, 2016


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