Amy WineHouse

Another bright Old Soul survives a Moment; she Flies;

once more, a stunning Star cries out;

leaves feathers, flowers, felinesque-d eyes;

Your tempestuous gentleness,

so sad, your desperate cries;

Your wavering flame sought breath in mists

In Tune with elder goddesses

My Soul sighs & weeps...

I wish I had ~really known who you were, this Time around...
© CherylFaith Taylor 2011

 

© Robin Taylor 2011