Lady Skyclad

She's got a book of secrets

where she wrote what can't be read

as her half-smile hides the spells of  the moonlight.

Will she tell you what she saw?

will you tell her what you can't see?

She is drenched in metaphors,

and her vast existence is

beneath something I can't name yet.

A quiet power she is.

I can feel the wind blowing her mysteries.

Lady Skyclad, 

shall I undress the black stars?

Lady Skyclad,

let Venus drink Mars.

He shall learn her prophecies

before the sun sets again

but

she opened her wounds four yesterdays ago

and I can't stay here anymore

for today is tomorrow

and tomorrow is the poetry of silence,

the weight of love.

Lady Skyclad,

I can't understand your words

or the breath of the sea.

Lady Skyclad,

why do you insist on living inside of me?

She wrote a book of secrets

and 

an uncommon light filtered through the trees,

tearing the days ahead.

I won't cry for her. 

I promise you, Lady Skyclad.

Karla Bardanza

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