Elegy for the Cherubim

In the first of years       
     
Broken brown eyes stare
from a swollen heart
clouded unaware

Listlessly she lies
peering at the moon
escaping her lips
of youth aged too soon
the soft, brooding sighs

Dawn breaks in the morn
vanquishing the black
sending off forlorn

Startled she rises
fleeing from the day
cold at losing her
post against the Gay,
thoughtless gift of His

Somewhere it resides
a stronghold against 
His brightening tides

From her eyes drip tears

Back where you came from