From life, from love, from everything
she is locking herself away.
Up steps made of stone to a tower on high
she turns the locks and buries the key.
She has taken a vow to silence her heart
to quiet the ache and the need.
She has denied all chance of risk or threat
she’ll never again let anyone in.
She has chosen this room perched high above the earth
surrounded by walls made of stone.
Beneath rough blue skies thick with clouds
and the ever present threat of storm.
You will rarely catch a glimpse of her
perhaps on a moonlit night.
Or as her shadow slips by the window
in the candle lit glow of her room.
She is quietly dreaming and spinning yarns
she is telling tales of where she has been.
She weaves magic and illusion onto pages unread
until such time as she can once again let them go.
She is all she has now
as another dream was cast away.
She held too tightly and she loved too deep
with an emptiness she tends her broken heart.
She lived in this tower long ago
and knew better than to let her feet descend the steps.
Yet she was caught by the magic and the mystery
of those shining, sparkling eyes.
As she turns away for the last time
and begins her final ascent.
The clouds blow by revealing the bright blue sky
and she takes the memories with her up the stairs.
*For dversepoets.com Poetics – Visual-eyes-ing *
Based on this photo by Reena Walkling