Well, we all know that love can make us blind.
But she had seen the world from far above.
Did she see the way that love can twist and wind,
And beat, and pound and push and shove?

In her viewings of the planet Earth
From pristine orbit high and yonder.
She didn't see that fool's love's not worth
All the bother, anguish, pain, and ponder?

If love's true then all's so well 'tis said.
But when awry, its hands grow tense with guile.
As though alive, it rises only from the dead
And fakes the fun, fakes the smile.

Now her head's covered 'neath a shroud
And none can see the beauty that was there.
Her hands are cuffed before the crowd
That applauded, and now sees her so, so bare.

02/07/2007

Author's Note: For Lisa Nowak.

Posted on 02/11/2007
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