The Last of Broken Sunrises (3/5/08)

I watched as she rode in from the east,
like a shadow of ill omen,
casting darkness over a multi-colored sunrise.
Was it always like this?
I don't think so, I don't think so.
She just woke up like that one day.
Sometimes,
you can see her riding across the horizon,
her golden hair ablaze,
bringing light into the world,
chasing the moon.
Who was it that opened Pandora's box?
It wasn't on fire...
it wasn't on fire, she let her
amber tears fall all across Europe she
let them fall and fall and she found him
in the end she let out
Hope? like blades of grass that cut like paper-
mâché people and
in the end she's
--what?
full of doubt and an air of
emptiness and fear mingled with
thunder rolling in the distance with all the rains that
won't come and wash away a gentle
clamor in her steadily-beating chest while her
mind runs rampant and she doesn't know any more
if she can be that girl that she wants to be who
ushers in the sunlight while the
night hugs her back and makes her
skin damp and cold while everyone is watching
if she falls
if she falls
they are watching, but she just
wants to be a girl who is,
in the end she is
tries to be a girl who is
always, always, she is
stronger.