Fallen tattered feathers
their silvered tips
trembling at the touch
of a chill breeze
rest mutely in the shadow
of a delicate form
that gently shudders
with quiet sobs

Her pale golden ringlets
try in vain
to comfort
slim and fragile shoulders
that slump
with a burden of grief
only to slide forward
dampening at the kiss
of warm crystal droplets
that slowly trickle
from wistful blue eyes

No more
tiny tears to catch
and place as stars
upon the face of heaven
No more
softly whispered secrets
from innocent lips
that call to a friend
naught
but an aching empty silence
where laughter used to ring

But a life has changed
touched by age
so she sits and cradles
in her shaking hands
the memory of a child
who has grown
matured
and forgotten
leaving her to weep
in a lonely sadness
an abandoned angel
with a broken heart