Dedicated to Melanie: all hope is not lost.
To Save the World
Tears begin to form
Liquidating the grief and pain of life
In her oceanic eyes,
As haltingly she proclaims the tale
Of this dilapidated and failing world.
Have all but full circled to inconsistencies.
Righteousness has tumbled into the abyss
Of heresy and guilt.
Everything which once was perfect
In her eyes.
The once great joys and loves of her life
Have taken up a sweeping waltz
To the tune of a different calling.
And she stands in the midst of it all
Crying out the truth,
Attempting to uncover the fallibilities of life.
In her pure but grieving soul,
She believes the heaven bound are weeping
For she is unable to single-handedly
Hunt down and return those gone astray,
Reconcile the infinite differences,
And save the world from its inevitable darkness.
The crystalline tears
Rain down from cloudy eyes
As she stumbles through ebony despair.
For the world continues to shift,
To revolve in the mistaken direction,
Catapulting a string of wrongs.
But she stands firm upon her ground of truth,
With hair of golden innocence,
And sweetened conviction
Gracing forth from her paling lips.
Save none will respond,
For none wish to be saved.
Slowly I approach her whirlwind,
Its helplessness and failings
Knock me off balance.
On hands and knees I crawl
Until her trembling knees I find.
Reaching up a soiled hand
I smile at her tear-streaked face.
For a moment she stares down
--the pain which radiates
Pierces the soul causing it to weep—
Then wipes the glistening tears,
A slight smile plays upon her hopeless face.
Reaching down she grips my hand,
And together we rise up and face the world
Prepared to make a change,
Even if it means death is our only reward.