• Here Lies…
    Here lies a women who’s eyes like fire
    Dulled with the pain like lightening.
    Her hair as black as opals.
    Will never twinkle in the moonlight.
    The stars were her crown.
    The moonlight her robe.
    The grass her satin slippers.
    And the mountains her footstool.
    The heavens were her throne.
    But this is all lost.
    To time and space.
    Like the night fleeing from the day.
    … Earth