Beautiful Poet
My beautiful poet, her eyes sparkilng with youth
Her passion could bring life to anything she touched.
Her phenomenal beauty would shine through the darkest of days, her laughter could bring light to anyone she met.
And now, as I watch helplessly, my poet's eyes have gone dim.
I look upon her tired face, her broken body, and I sigh, wanting only for her misery to be taken far from her.
Where has she gone, my beautiful poet? Could that passion remain in this pitiful body? Will I ever hear my poet sing again?
And then, her eyes open slowly. She speaks...
"I love you," is all she could say.
And, with all the reassurane in the world, knowing that her soul remains unchanged, I will her back to sleep, squeezing her hand gently.
My poet goes on... I know we will, someday, sing together once again. And I know that it may not be in this life.
But I am comforted, for I know that her spirit will not be broken, and that she lives.. and will always live.
Dana Nicole Marabella August 26, 1982-January 7, 1999
