I know a girl
with alabaster skin
and delicate hands
that know no sin
eyes like the moon
as big as the world they peer at
as gently as rain on tin

give her a day and you’ll hear no complain
not a sigh nor a whine
nor any word really to speak her mind
she sits quietly and ever so still
wilting so slightly
like the little flower she is within

graceful limbs
and a nearly silent voice
one may only guess what ghost lies in her wake
the demons in her shadows
the judgements she may never say

what hides behind such a beautiful face

I cannot fathom her as more than a saint
perhaps trapped in a deed that she should not partake
but a saint all the same
a beautiful girl
sad like the rain