Julian

Still picture
Ripples in the water
Pale skin gripping with turmoil
A child with blind faith,
Refusing to struggle

Fire burns bright in the distance
Continuous and commonplace
It peers through the cracks
Caressing her arm in columns of light,
Translucent in the boundaries of life and death

Images of hatred and love carried through as one
The truth in her face,
Blurred by the ripples from
A descending tear

Hatred for the begetter
Misdirected at her child
The touch of a loving hand

Serenity attained in one final breath
Peace in a watery grave