A Life Surrendered

Eyes blue, well almost,

they are grey,

and shine sparkles into memories,

deep and long.

Her brow reaches dark lines

that set rivulets around her sallow frown.

Buried deep grooves tunnel to her thin lips,

weathered red, like rust.

Pure white linen offers

soft folds that crimple

a rhythm of gentle

feeling for her face.

And the rounded bags capture her gaze;

faraway, looking into

heaven’s melancholy

with the sorrows of dark earth.

Cupping elegant fingers

in an offering to an Invisible Strength

her face reveals years

of a long love affair

and a soul

that knew

the bitter sweet sorrows

and joys of a life laid down.