Silken Tears: Written in the memory of Leelah Alcorn

i saw her there, in the dark woods,
so fair of movement, fair of face
she walked beneath the milky moon
and bathed in silken light like lace.

she glowed with beauty’s blessing
kist upon her brow, but knew it not
for hatred choked her slender throat
and in its death grip she was caught.

i ran to her, and called her name
my voice it was a whippoorwill
my voice a falcon stark and shrill
i called her name in terror-trilltumblr_nhbo5yvqs21sqba70o1_500

but she could not hear me approach
buried under long reproach
so cut off from a future hope
and bound by hate’s black biting rope

so I just stood beside her there
her and me, her broken stare
and dirges echoed through the night
and she in tragic silken light…

and then she ran straight to the moon
it rushed at us!  alas, i swooned
upon the snowy cold fields fair
and when i woke, she was not there tumblr_nbehmpPs4v1smipnlo1_500

i asked the owls and talked to trees
and heard the moon had stooped so near
had come down to grant her release
from stony hearts and hatred’s sneer…

so now i haunt those woods, those vales
and listen hard inside the night
in case a singer runs for me
as i to her ran desperately

but silence croons so clear and cold
and the moon is wreathed in gold
so distant, never drawing near
to where we stood in silken tears.LeelahEdit

5 thoughts on “Silken Tears: Written in the memory of Leelah Alcorn

  1. “but silence croons so clear and cold
    and the moon is wreathed in gold
    so distant, never drawing near
    to where we stood in silken tears.”

    Just. lovely.

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