The sun empties into the mist
climbing to meet the flames of hers
strangers gather on the green
chocking on life, and love
scent of seared flesh
empties into the sea ....

He dampens her gown of glory
in her ashes that are smothering
to the ground, she is burning slowly
for the moment....for her passion
cries for his love, but the emptiness
is to long .....

An undergrowth of thistle choke wisteria
suffers along her eyes, weeds engulf the earth
where blue and white belongs...his passion runs
awhile, looking for his woman, running kisses of
passion... as weathered hands of longing
like lines in an old face of time, vines entangled
the old gate of life, where indifferent lives wander
through empty rooms surmising the cost of survival....

The wind echo's a gentle sound of love
trailing footprints of life, surmising strokes
of gentleness...

Chapel bells of quietness, longs for empty
mornings of want, with prayer short lived
as children cry out their hearts...where
drops of stone leaks out the tears
of emptiness ....

Debbie Brooks 2014