My Sister Dear

My Sister Dear

What a will, what a wild beauty,
Hidden ‘neath layers of smoke and gauze.
Driven by love, and driven by Now,
All senses trapped ‘hind iron bars.
What confidence, what command,
Overshadowed by other’s demands.
What passion, what camaraderie,
Loosed by liquid glee—laughing for a small eternity.
A tumult of passion a sense of loss, a fiery anger constantly embossed—
Flames run uninterrupted; they warm and sear, the smoke and ashes hiding what’s clear.
And with a sigh she lays but never rests, a maelstrom of despair and misguided love.

They glare and they yell
They shout and raise hell
And the words never seem to be carried, for she’s one without rest—
She’s lost and oppressed, by herself and the smoky air.
But a word from the voiceless, who watches and listens,
And couldn’t allow for such a beauty to collapse—
The burden you carry is only one of many.
The burden is seen only by you.
The smoke and dark is an unhealthy haven.
Guarded by an uncouth raven.
Who fears the light and fears clarity, the clarity you shun for its noise.
But I wish to tell you with my voiceless voice—

I love you dearly, and wish you wouldn’t fret,
I can only hope for you to lie down and rest.
I want more than anything for the haze to subside
For the pain to descend and for confidence to rise.
You have your loveliness in shadows, you have it in smoke
You have it in ruins, thinking it safekeeping.
But the raven covets and you constantly fret
Of the demise of something nonexistent.
He is there; and he is Beauty.
he is there; and was left by Beauty.
And with his love you shall be lifted.
And with Our love you shall be kept
And with His love you will be saved.

What a will, what a wild beauty,
Roaming free amongst the stars,
Driven by no one but Herself,
Senses heightened forever more