as the young girl is a moment of beauty, so is she at 60.

across the river
where dreams rest
between the seasons
a woman can bleed
her water free
in silence
where the eyes of
earth rhyme calls
blink
no tears needed
for a woman to believe
in what she sees
across the river
where the screams of
a young girl fade into
the morning fog of time
where a woman
grows
glows with the beauty
mirror upon a wall
reflections
carve but the sweet truth
not of youth
but of time unending

- jude