Pencil Sketched Sky
The dust swept the reasons from my soul
for feeling like falling in love with you.
Vignettes played of you before life ceased,
swift feet danced on the brink in soft wind
but time erased our fallen leaves of fall.
You disappeared beyond reach of my eyes
in dusky shadows of dimly lit evening.
You became a star in pencil sketched sky
as days whispered softly in tender winds.
You won’t be there to tie my shoes -
you’ve reached your destination
of cellophaned roses upon your breast,
melting in drops upon hallowed earth,
heavens shrouded in tormented cries.