Gina Brown – Wind and Rain
was peace only on her surface
easy achieved by being alone?
or did he mess her up
by not coming on his own?
why is she always blue
and her serenity all gone?
tears like crystals
dangling from dark eyes—
thoughts as knives
tearing her sanity apart—
why is she always blue
between her sheets?
her silence so sad
it made the sky weep—
each drop a star
to make her company–
