Starry Night
Little pieces of sand
Falling through my fingers
reminds me of the wind
in the fall; it hinders.
I drop to my knees,
looking out across the land,
I look down as I write;
I'm writing your name in the sand.
Impressions are made
by the wind itself,
memories can not fade
that's something no one could sell.
I remember the sunset
that you and I would watch,
the splender of the colors
and magnifigance of it all.
Your face under the moonlight;
So unforgettable;
your eyes sparkling like diamonds
on a crystal clear night.
The passion we had
could have been contagious
yet everlasting; an endless book
of turning pages.