she is the love child
of wrong and right
the mistake of mischief,
the song of life
she is what happens
when a soul is set free
such the reason for chains
and why trust doth not be
she is how to explain light
to a dark colored past
and how to express hope
in a world dying fast
she is what goes awry
for lack of her aim
the distance between points
and the mess that remains
she is more to the story
than what was said to be true
yet an untold rendition
that a mystery proved
she is just like the others
that no one could figure
an ambient source
a light under flicker
she is terrible with time
less her moment is near
and thus she is punctual
to the vestige of fear
she is why you write poems
how words come to breath
all that is gone
and everything left
she is how I see love
why my heart grows content
for knowing her once
was a life worth, and spent.

-see

©2015 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet