Sunflower
Like a sunflower . . .
She stood by her window
Always waiting, with a tattered heart
And tears on her sunken shoulders
Her lips continually whispering prayers
While her spirit withered away with time
And yet, she stood there unmoving
Holding a light in her delicate hands
Hoping the darkness would go away
She knew it would when he comes back
And he would be back someday
Endlessly, she would wait for him,
As a sunflower would for summer to bloom,
She wished for him before she faded away
And she knew when he’d come back to her
He’d make everything alright again
With a wave of his hand, like a magician
He always did, he would this time too
There’s no happier homecoming for her than his
And surely he showed up, right out of her dreams
But not before slipping his ring off, just as he arrived
It disappeared into thin air, along with her sadness
He brought the sun with him, which shone through to her heart
His angel eyes chased away her demons into the shadows
And there was only unrestrained laughter and blissful happiness
The days never seemed long enough and nights shorter still
Alas! These moments were built on loose sand
And eventually, they would dissolve into nothingness
And when it was time, the ring came back on
And the darkness returned like it always did
To claim her heart and mind as it’s very own
So did her suffering, as her sanity quietly wilted away
She wondered if his heart would always belong to her
But memories of him kept her alive through her doubts
She would only have to wait until the sun shone on his face again
If she stalled long enough, he’d be back to use his magic again
And so she stood by the window, watching the road
Some say they saw her ghost from time to time
Holding a candle in the dark shadows
Her face always reflecting paleness
Unmoving sad eyes and a grim smile
Her hair blowing softly across her face
On windless summer nights
They would see her by the window
Standing where she would be for a long time
Always waiting, always wishing.
