Meandering Wings

The isolated carapace who dreams internal
Daydreams yonder borders she stifles
Mystic in shadows fallen; lame
She ponders how she emerged ashamed
Her earlier illumination, now a shattered lamp
What virtue did her tenacity rupture internal camp
Season upon season chastening repression
The rushing waters of monotonies crowd
Repugnant behaviors constant; unwaning.
Weeping sorrows, no restraining.
Utopias rosiness danced away
The dashing Prince of Permanence strayed
Cloaked in a veil of silence she roamed
Her heart became the elusive stone
Why administer blessings of love
If the outcome is the injured dove
Flapping upon mutilated wings
She maneuvers a mount upon a tree
No longer indulging her voice to sing
She shelters seasons pace among her three
Hoping unity is what they require
Sustaining upon three’s desire
Observant as the time does pass
Miseries ever twinkling jab
Biding her time til determination achieves
She champions neath meandering wings
Deceitful words stabbing their  wounds
She places herself in censorships tomb
Smoothing her kiss upon three’s every wound
Her censorship begins to become unwound
She laid upon him the kiss of fury
Singing the words of the deceptive story
The dove begins to heal within
And the glass begins to reform again
The illumination is different than before
Yet she’s still opens sealed doors
Broken dove begins to heal within
Shattered glass begins to reform again
Darkened sun now shines once more
Sheltered three have mother restored.