The Girl With Lavender Eyes

There once was a girl with lavender eyes

Who strode the world’s thorny paths with ethereal grace,

Sorrow's desperate scars permanently etched

In the lines cut deep upon her face.

A simple glance from her entrancing orbs

Could capture the greatest of pain,

Imprisoning agony and absorbing misery’s tortuous grip

Till the weary soul could breathe again.

A simple tap from her outstretched finger

Could eviscerate the darkest thought,

Freeing each mind from the hopeless anguish

That years of trauma wrought.

Many a widow’s tear-stained skin

Was dried by her delicate kiss upon their cheek,

And her soft hum brought to each insomniac

The peaceful surrender they desperately seek.

She could dull a soldier’s scrambled senses

And ease the burden of lost loved ones that they bore.

She stole the pain that laced the limbs

Of those reduced to gore.

The ancient world could rest its sleepy head

Wrapped cozy in the contentment she brought its many lands.

Discomfort and torment stood no chance

Against her caring, tender hands.

But alas, one day, a nuke’s fiery blast

And the resultant echoes of destruction and dismay,

Proved more than our sweet heroine could handle

As she fell victim to the explosive fray.

Into fragments the paragon's beauty broke,

Swept into the winds of reverberated tragedy.

The stiff breeze scattered particles far and wide,

Blowing away the evidence of her mortality.

And today her traces can still be found

Though less evident to the beholder,

In the wrinkles of long digits

Grasped comfortingly around a heaving shoulder,

In the gentle crushing of a sympathetic stranger's

Slightly too-tightly wrapped arms,

In the healing laughter of a bubbly infant

Too young to realize its charms,

In the taut knit of carefully woven linen bandages

Wrapped lovingly across ugly scars,

And in the perfectly calming beauty

Of a symphony of stars.