“She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen
the stars,” yet there above the cloudy cover
shining still; bright, clear and sparkling, as she’d been
(before she’d yielded all to be another).
Forever, hands and hearts, began to smother
deep-most yearnings, (who might she become?)
Instead, she caved to cleave his flashy, colored
cloak; her white flag high amast, he’d won.
Her soul abhorred the light, no glimmer there
(as once there was, of happy younger days,
When she was full of love and free of care),
yet straining to rekindle passion’s blaze.
His blank, black eyes screamed silently: “Be gone!”
Pure light engulfs her wounded soul; leads home.
Written in response to Speakeasy #178, using the opening line: “She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars” and making reference to the video prompt “No Light, No Light” by Florence and The Machine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=HGH-4jQZRcc).