She was the light,
The bright flame in a starless night.
She was the beautiful breeze,
The whistling of a thousand seas.
However,
She was the sand,
With sugar lace,
Unreachable from land.
She slipped away,
Never to come back.
Now she was at that place,
With expanses of meadow,
Where only her back faced.
Perhaps they remembered her sweet smile,
And that left them in denial.
She lives in the place,
Where is becomes was,
Where the grass felt like lace,
And the air full of love.
In her hands a single flower,
Beautiful and delicate a story it will hold,
As she slips away slower and slower,
She will catch her dew of salt.
