She was born a whirlwind
surfing through tides and storms alike
and of the wrath of seas she made havens
for those whose hearts wither with strife.
But hers soul sat just a little bit behind her eyes
so she saw through fractals and minds alike
and so her heart was always drenched
to quench its soul's thirst of the sorrow it saw of men
but those she loved, so sadly she dreaded
so was the curse that ran through those gifted
Whose heart panacean to all, but them they bled
till when I wonder but then yonder heaven here comes, ours abode
©lewteb
L