She stood  alone with rusted memories,

With trust falling off like autumn leaves,

Shards of melancholy pricked her heart,

She could see the ruin, when they saw art.

She stood alone with sagged spirits,

With her soaring hopes crushed to bits,

And with those bits, she marched ahead,

When skies were falling, and her heart bled.

Her heart bled, and there was an ache,

But she wanted to dream, and love again.

And so she dreamed her insane dreams,

With eyes full of tears and fears,

And so she fought the hellish battles,

With her hands full of an outrageous wear.

To never stop dreaming is what she told me,

Even when I am thrown to my knees,

Even when I can see my world rot,

Even when I just want to be lost.

Her eyes shone with a willing to live,

To thrive and not just to exist.

I was struck, smitten, I couldn’t breathe,

The warmth of her desire made me freeze.

-Jovina