past lives

Past Life Cries in Bella’s Wide Eyes

Elizabeth Ryba ©2010

Drawing a bath in trance a past memory danced.

Visions seen of a towering queen,

Who slept between gardens weeded and unkept dreams.

She lived adorned by prizes of rubies and might,

Yet they rushed with knives and sowed up her eyes; the lady left with the absence of sight

How quickly the world of the curly-haired girl unfurled.

Lifetimes find ways to tangle and twine,

Endings blend, mending the remnants’ of our journey’s spent.

Anonymous wisdom delivered from my little girl,

Hollow eyes echo cries of past life rides.

Memories are fitful things, fleeting scenes of in-betweens.

Feeling pieces of the ravaged seamed-queen,

Quite plainly I see…

…she used to be me.