Cool air whipped my face
Like whispering willows
Tell the secrets of the swelling apple
The illusion of lifes finale,
Ringing dry the drops of time.
A girl stood watching
Eager eyes telling this story,
An empty wind paints a landscape
Gentle brush strokes creating illusion
Life wandering like ticking clocks.
Her hands were clasped together,
She appeared to be real,
An embroidered seal on her chest,
A broken branch dancing
Orchestral nature through whistling woods.
Watching in wonder,
The girl moved with angelic guidance
Her words as soft as wind's lapping
Elegant lady-like hands pull me down
The grass watch, whispering to one another.
As each broken branch falls,
We await our lady
Vicariously watching for our time spent.
She sings through our harden shells,
Dreaming of shores below a cliff.
As clouds began to form and collapse
It went dark and for a moment
I witnessed our lady crying
As her tear drop hit, she was gone.
"Life is an illusion in which we wander endless. Life is an illusion in which we can not walk out of" - Authors note 101