Framed

There rests a girl with heaving sighs
Stretched upon the floor
Perhaps too rich…
Puzzling!
and yet we ask for more!
Dazzled in disbelief she dozes
Falling asleep to storms
Comforted by the kinship of clamorous clouds
Mirrors of her distress!
Ease her to a dream of unmitigated rest
Here she is free!
Drifting through a timeless sea!
Here she is powerful!
So soft, a soothing tone her speech
A lulling languid lullaby
Sung for each and each
Come o weary ones who wander witlessly
In all in everyone a treasure I do see
Forbear thy shame shake off thy fret
Ill wash away your worries yet
But stay yourself
And hear your heart
Which here
Resounds the only sound
Meter to thy mystery
Callously counting away
To this
Present thy self!
Proudly pronounce the syllables of thy given name!
And I’ll preserve thy memory forever
Within a softer frame
No more to supersede the art!
That she could carry on and on and on
Yet she too is going, going, gone…

Reflection