if love has no limits
her grace preserved as candle flames
a life’s expired minute
teaches us that time is fickle
if love has no limits
if all that’s left is a girls’ name
the whispers on the wind remain
lessons in fate
lifes’ give and take
the mortal coil and hot sickle
cannot hope to consume, cripple
the minds’ beloved rain
a love so enduring, simple
sprung from a mothers’ pain
the fountain, ocean does not ebb
the minds’ beloved rain
even as others are brittle
her fighters’ spirit a ripple
taken too soon
now she is the moon
that spreads across a spiders’ web
shatters the silence of the dead
in a manner we cannot comprehend
