She
spent all her time in the air
Flying
above all the clouds
Always
trying to avoid the earth
And
drown out all the sounds
The
sea was her enemy
And
the tide tried to drag her away
Because
hidden beneath the surface
Was
all that she would keep at bay
Ignoring all her
troubles
All her woes and
all her fears
She flew through
the rain
That would mask
all her tears
But a boy fell
through the storm
And dragged her
down too
But their fall
from grace was bliss
As they embraced
in the blue
He dove down beneath
her surface
Working his way
around
He shined his light
in all her darkness
And happily they
both drowned.
- M. F. Keane
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