She is alone
alone on the summit
that overlooks the sea
in spite of all
in spite of love
she will take and give with her tenderness
sometimes she is not glad to live
she is alone
as though she is perched on the highest peak of the tired gray world
around her only snow swirling swirling swirling
above her endless space unfurled unfurled unfurled
below her , ever-stretching sea that churns churns churns the pain deep inside.
only she survives, and only she can be testament to those who are not lonely but having only died.