Gossamer Hearts & Primitive Promises

A gossamer gown ruffled with tule,

encapsulating the autumn light and violently

spewing it out into the winter darkness

for lazy eyes

to gaze upon in foolish glory.

Too much beauty to take in.

Too many cowards to bring

back down

and realize a false idol

stands before them.

Believing she is a pagan symbol
to put faith in,

to trust again,

to be that lover
who makes to the end;

however, she is a god
who regresses deeply

into primitive promises,

dwindling into solitude,
paying homage

to her former flame.

Love for a needle that pierces

virgin flesh,

draining the fruit of innocence

from that single incident

when he walked straight into

her gossamer heart
and molded that fervor
that would rip her apart.

She dies of delirium
and uncontrollable greed

for her top priority need.

Her lover succeeds

in stealing that iridescent seed,

wrapping the delicate trophy

like a prize.

Spewing the last ounce

of her memory into the rivets

of a new era.
Together...everlasting,
the stars are alive.

"Gossamer Heart"
Photo taken by Skye Lyon. 2012.