She walks in beauty, like the night
In the company of pervasive black skies;
Delusion and reality belligerently fight,
Her struggle for sanity is hidden in her eyes;
Living in canopies, she seeks truth and light
Shackled by her fears, in her dreams she flies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Broken steps and stitched smiles are her grace
A flooding wave is caught confusedly in her tress,
Like defensive barrier shielding her face;
Where thoughts of wild passion express,
How tender, how tempestuous their dwelling place.
And on that pale cheek, o’er that untamed brow,
So unrefined, so real, yet eloquent,
The smiles that falter, the black irises that glow,
They tell of days and nights in madness spent,
A mind at relentless turmoil with all below,
But a heart whose love is unlimited and innocent!
(Thanks to The All Patti Smith Blog for the featured image)