To Live And Die As A Winter's Spring Poem by Christine A Kysely

She was a Sumptuous Blossom...
That was born out a Winter's Spring
Her face was framed by Glorious Red
Her eyes were the Bluest Diamonds
That the World had ever seen.

She was born with an innate Attitude
That life was created just for Her
That the Stars and the Moon and the Sun above
Existed to please Her and only Her.

She raced through life without a care
The winds of change were contained within
She relished every moment
Every breath that she'd take in.
She always knew that it could be her last
It could be the day she'd meet her end.

She was like a wild Mustang
The entire Wild West was where she roamed.
She had no other family
She had no place to call a house and home.

She came into this life with nothing
She knew that she'd leave it with nothing too
All that would be left of her would be Dust and Earth
And only the eternal Winds of Change would sing
Her Life's forgotten tune.

And so she lived her life without a care
She didn't care about any one thing
Nothing comes of Nothing
Those are the words she used to sing.

She never wanted for anything
She always held her head up proud
As long as she could greet the day
She'd live it as though on a cloud.

Nothing in life was ever too fast for her
Nothing ever skipped her mind
All she lived for were her Memories
Of all Faces of the Loves she'd left behind.

No man could ever hold her
Longer than the Planetary Rise
No one could ever love her long
She'd disappear as a shooting star across the sky.

She never let herself fall in love
She'd never let herself care
She kept her emotions flying free
Like her endless locks of reddish hair.

She had never wanted to be the one
To have to stay in one safe place
She wanted to live on a precipice
She wanted to freefall into space.

She wanted to dance to the Inner Music
Of her own sacred heart's tune
She wanted to match her heartbeats
To the Seasonal drums of the eternal Sun and Moon.

She had a thirst for knowledge
And for truth and beauty too
She loved the wisdom of the ancient Greeks
She lived according to their truths.

She could always see the meanings
Behind the Wheres and Whys and Whens
She possessed an intuition
A particular type of Zen.

People would always look at her
They would always think that her heart was cold
They could never see the fires that burned within
The glowing embers and smoking coals.

She never ever let people see
What was behind the Diamonds of her eyes
She always felt it better that way
Rather to keep truths hidden away
Than to have to explain with a bunch of lies.

She had the voice of an Angel
Her Harmonies carried easily on the wind
She always sang the Siren's Song
Which broke the Hearts of many Lost Men.

She always knew she'd die alone
She always knew that was a given
She wasn't that religious
She didn't really believe in heaven.

She just believed that she'd move on
That she'd move on from place to place
That there was nothing ever Sacred
Nothing holding her in Time or Space.

She'd climb upon a White Horse
And Chase the Shooting Stars
She'd fly among the Meteor Showers
She'd dance upon the Moon
She'd travel here, She'd travel there
Eternity would never come to soon.

She'd be the One to challenge the Night
To shine as the Brighest Star
She'd be the One that you always look to see
The One that looked close but was always far.

(December 28,2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved