Into a Dreamer's Pensive

I saw her light the lamp at eve,

The night had gotten just dark enough.

But the dancing winds quenched the fire,

For her spark lit eyes did all the work.

Tattered and tainted her soul so frail,

It was hard to track as it drifted away.

Her body so still with the grains intact,

Her movement left loose the sand of her clay.

And whoosh came the wind and blew the sand grains,

And that whoosh of wind caused her existence to fade.

The sand grains mixed with the autumn leaves,

Blew her right into the wind and onto my face.

They say she had grown beyond the crispy vines,

But in her laugh I had heard a million waterfalls.

I had seen her mix it with the silver moonlight,

Entice the night and dance with a billion stars.

I saw her last with the twirling flowers,

And heard her last in the echoes of sweet refrains.

The memories failed to keep her, that moment recedes us;

To the life in the deserts of the village’s remains.