She is Unfulfilled – B.M. Hronich

The harp’s notes fluttering along the horizon

Each kiss, each whisper, floating on the gentle breeze

Auroras stretching past the symphony of stars

A majestic muse unraveling with ease

The marigolds, the lilies, the daisies dancing

The beautiful reverie in which they seize

Whispers of the life unseen

Ideas and fantasies unraveling

Fingertips skimming past the surface

Each new spark dazzling

Studying the map’s intricacies

Glares at the sight, thinks,

This is finally happening

Climbing branches toward the glow of ethereal morning sun

The scent of sweet nectar dribbling down the tree

A glimpse of its radiance thereafter, how it glimmers

Euphoria in each blessing: to lift off, to be free

The discovery of this solace, the opportunity thus malleable

How this new life awaits, how it rests in the key

The strike of lightning: the calamitous darkness falling

Each of the once glistening stars shattered

Insurmountable weight rolling over, flattening each tree

Dwindling daisies are scattered

A trace of withered lilies

Lost remnants of what once mattered

The angel merely falling, Oh how she comes crashing down

The harp’s torn strings, the harmony lulled to end

Her wings once soft are stiff: stagnant, her despaired flight flailing

The insurmountable weight looming over her, only to watch it descend

What’s inside melting outside of her

To this empty life she is condemned

An expired dream mourning

She visits the grave of the lost cause

And finds the wandering memory murmuring

The remnants of what once was