Martyred Eyes

Gently, gently, fireworks of glee - exploding
there, behind the pain and sorrow held within
her martyred eyes. Starlight sprinkled forth
within the dream. Red to white to blue to gold -
the spectrum was remembering another
living soul.

A wash of dainty pink, and then the violet
began, long before the indigo was seen to
sprinkle moonbeams through the scapes
and valleys of the clouds. Unending
spheres of pearly white float by to grace
the backdrop of the ever-living skies.

Gently, gently, fireworks of glee - exploding
there, behind the pain and sorrow of her
martyred eyes.

? Michaelette ?

11/18/2001
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