She sleeps like porcelain,
Delicate and frail;
Blessed to fall so softly
In the garden of energy
Never failing thine God's of slumber.
Death doth keep thy smile sacred;
Breath in,
And out again;
To the rhythm of serenity
That entangles your heart
For boudoir's secrets
Hold my sorrow's close.
Hollow are the dreams that die,
Amongst my lilies unto death;
Unraveling like your ballet
That holds me still
Whispering aria's, allied in slang.
Did you hear me scream?
Awaken,
Your only daughter shrouds her face,
In shadows of lost beauty,
Not delivered by future's embrace,
But tangled in time's bitter hands.
If only to sleep,
Delicate,
Like porcelain.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
