How does one describe a soul? By beauty, humour, grace?
Shining eyes? A glowy heart? A word once used was grace
So defines a gilded cage of manners, calm and poise
Time holds softly, by the throat, the ties that bind in grace
B’neath gentle shroud a flame arose, urgent and unseen
Flowing fire from lake to sea. Arcane divine … love’s grace
A thing of beauty shone between, each upon their shore
A tender glance, a heartfelt dance, this daydream trance: grace
But Fates hold fast to chosen paths, courage river-borne
As in the light b’came in the dark; suffering and, Grace
Too. Hard for those of bullish stars to speak, from the heart
Cast aside, she walked alone, relieved of all past grace
Not prepared to feel a fool, defences overrun
Swallowed time soon dulled her mind and left her without grace
So darkness fell upon her heart; forgott’n, left adrift
To never trust herself again, a wound requir’ing grace
What held great light cast equal dark, prism in your eye
Silence is a daily jail for those confined by grace
She knows the distance b’tween then and now, scars mark the path
To fall to ash, to rise again; Phoenix burned through Grace
Sadness is a gift, they say. No truer lie beheld
Cursed to reach forevermore, t’ward one devoid of grace
And there, the lowly troubadour, singing to herself
Forev’r lost but found within; enduring love for Grace
