She gathered lilacs
And arrayed them in her hair;
Tonight, she taught the wind to be free.
She kept her secrets
In a silver locket;
Her companions were starlight and mystery.
She danced all night
To the beat of her heart;
With her tears she imbued the sea.
She hid her despair
In a crystal jar,
And never revealed it to me.
She kept her distance
As though it were armor;
Gauntlet thorns guard her heart like the rose.
To see what you’ve taken
Is still less than the due my heart owes!
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea