Eyes to a Tattered Soul

By Jill K. Shellabarger

My eyes to muse your tattered soul
and for a time they gazed on you tearless;
My breath, deep in ribs did hold,
until your sweetheart came to you untold,
our friendship reduced to a one-time glance.
A mistress for a king, I was,
mere victim of love's fatal circumstance.
My window is now closed
and now your love has joined anew
to another muse resting by your side,
where once my eyes shined bright upon your spirit
for days too short and all too few.
My heart weeps tears I cannot hide
to be contented, though alone it seems
I will amble the labyrinth,
by myself in my dreams.

© Copyright Jill K. Shellabarger