You would have been loved
Like a desert flower
Prickly and thorned,
Your music a single note
Drifting on the waters of
Some eternal ocean.
A siren song never silenced
By the hands of any man
Or god.
You are the language of the
Universe,
Eternal yet ever-changing,
Your emerald eyes flooded with
Words never spoken and
Deaths never realized,
Smiling without voice for the
sand of
Any heart.