Isn’t she lovely?  

Stars, beautiful and glittering,

 

it isn’t quite fair.

 

He breathes in the cold black night air.

 

Soft sand between his toes.

Wind sweeping in from the unknown. 

                                                                                                     

  He breathes it deep into his soul.

 

Jet black ink 

 on white paper. 

No time to waste now.

 

Poems running through his mind. 

Pulsating through his being

as he struggles to find the words.

 

Words written across his heart. 

 

 In every whisper of the wind, 

she lives again.

Singing joyfully of life and love.

 

As scars marked the places she had touched. 

 

Why did she leave?

Why did she leave so soon?

Few will ever know. 

Unless they read the poem. 

 

~ Katie Hilton