If Ever, There is More

Nicole Wasylak

I ask the Stars to guide her, for we know I cannot stay

Her perfume still reeks of blackened blood

The sands of time are gone and gray

Now forced from her euphoric Bay

Her sorrow births a grateful Flood

I ask the Stars to guide her, for we know I cannot stay

She wanders woods whose path is stray

Reaching for the wilted bud

The sands of time are gone and gray

The loam is stiff with his decay

So hollow, she scours the sloughy mud

I ask the Stars to guide her, for we know I cannot stay

She will not venture a lonelier day

Her sleep’s a haze, a poisoned drug

The sands of time are gone and gray

Her hands are steepled — she will not pray

She looks upon the grave she’s dug

I ask the Stars to guide her, for we know I cannot stay

The sands of time are gone and gray