Ceres

I didn’t turn around
I didn’t stay a moment longer
so she never knew my name
or taught what could have made me stronger

She’ll never show to me
the roses she bestows her daughters
and that I’ll never be
whose rites she gives by holy waters

Ceres
would you have noticed
if I fell to winter’s growing distance
Ceres
how I long for your forgiveness
for not believing you

A fire could reclaim
that chance for me to overcome
the pleasure from the pain
though I fear the damage has been done

so the dust will gather
from the missing storms and seasons
can I remember all I left behind?

Ceres
would you have noticed
If I fell to winter’s growing distance
Ceres
how I long for your forgiveness

© Georgia Boyd - 2008