My turn!

No one has posted in here for months, so I will! =)

Here's something I wrote at work (I haven't gotten in trouble for writing poems at work yet. I think they need me too much to care lol) Neways...

--Seraphim--
Her hair fell about her shoulders
like a wounded phoenix;
feathered embers, burning,
bleeding slowly into shadowed eyes.
I knew those eyes,
somber pools of melancholy,
liberated by the simple truth that
somewhere the sky was falling,
and she with it.
Then she turned to me,
suddenly beautiful,
as if she had always known
how cruel and indifferent
the world could be;
as if she knew the sky
was always falling somewhere,
choosing to lift her weary arms
and try to catch it--
So she turned and turned,
as a leaf on the wind,
falling dizzy into the grass
like a child come home.
Laughing, and wondering
if the world would keep spinning
when she closed her eyes.