Twice were my love and my honor both spurned
And again, thrice my heart and soul did yearn
But my thoughts and God’s are not at all one
But twain. I reach my hands up for the sun
While solemn moon is offered in its place
And stars glorify the tears on my face
And while I wait for daylight to reach down
I radiate from within. I drown
The thought that I may never know of love
And I look again; I look up above
At the stars and the moon; I see their space
And in between moments I find the grace

The whistling wind
Blows through the trees.
I hear them crying out—
Crying for me.

The clouds shade the moon
She wishes not to be seen
While she is weeping.
She’s weeping for me.

The air is turning frigid.
It’s turning, indeed.
Turing to turn
A cold shoulder at me.

For I am the girl
Who promised the world.
And I just kept promising.
But how could I keep
Promises so deep
When it was I in need?
 

It had to work, it had to… but it didn’t.

Oh, how my niece sickened me! I was in the depths of the sickly poor, and she had a huge fortune. I suffered horribly; a single piece of bread for supper, and she had a wonderful feast all her own. If only I could get my hands, dirty and weathered as they were, on the huge supply of money locked up in her guardian’s attic!

Disappointment
Sinking slowly when
All I see isn't him
That expected face
Long-awaited, even
Promised
No warning
No justification, just
Gone
His missing face
Steals my joy
His missing face
Builds my frustration
His missing face
Snuffs my hopes for today
And raises my hopes for tomorrow