I stand alone in the evening mist and stare into the night. Whispered images of loves shining beauty come to me. Like soft spoken dreams. They float in and out of my sight.
I reach into the midnight longing. Wishing for just one touch. Just one breath. Just one moment of loves warming glow. With the wish of the evening breeze the mist parts and fades. Drifts up into the night sky. To heights that my heart can never go.
At my feet.... a single orchid. Violet arms stretched forth. Longing for my embrace. I pluck it from the ground. Slowly closer to me for it's beauty in a scented kiss. Such a perfect symbol of elegance and grace.
Winds lift. Flowers turn. Colors change. As it fades to dust and crumbles to the ground. Sorrows ashes lay before me. Hate me. Mark loves solemn grave. I weep. Ever softly. For a heart that may never be found.
My tears touch ash and ember. Through the grey... loves colors shine. Even in my lost hearts precious grief hope spreads it wings to fly. Through everything the past has shown. Scars truly heal with time.
Drifting like a butterfly. Birthed of ash and stone. Love comes to me again. And binds me. Keeps me wanting. Then gently disappears again. Showing me that I will forever be alone.
By Craig K. Smith
