with every rolling beat of the still heart
a little more falls away
like the silent avalanche in the middle of the alps.
She floats away into the
wet clouds past the soaring birds
and through the evaporating water droplets.
Up, up, up she goes
away from the cause on the highway
that flew over the barrier and into the deep cold depths.
Else where her bloodshot blue eyes
lay open but without the soul
that few were privy to look into.
The blood is wiped away with every
change in the tide that brushes her auburn
hair making her look like and angel.
Everyone thought that she was
at the bottom of the depths but one perceptive
little boy with the beautiful blue eyes and flowing auburn hair