Jewel in my hair

I met a sad day on the edge of coarse, condemning winds,
felt that dampness on the air. Sundrops wept  
from a mazarine sky, liquid gold kisses  
that set my skin aglow, but lovely things  
were never meant for sad girls.
 
My wind blown locks are adorned  
with one, lonely gentiana blossom, my blue cross.  
I keep it for my lover, whose hands I cannot reach,  
whose lips I cannot kiss, and I walk a shaled path.
The sun cauls my desperation, so that I am hidden from myself.  
 
 
I've never seen angels, only stars.
You said it was the glow of their halos from far away.
And when they tuck the moon away for the night  
and there's no one to lick my tears, I'll make poetry.
 
' I'll write us, together, on a far away star...
 (Don't ask me why poems are sad.)'

(Artwork by Vicente Romero)