Veins crawled up her arms like vines,
leafy green eyes lit up the night.
Brown bark hair collided with nature.

Freckles danced like sparks from a fire across her face,
the warmth of the hearth kept nurtured in her soul.
The pale complexion was her own form of camouflage.

She was the beauty of the Earth intensified,
ten fold.
She was the sky, the heaven's birth,
and yet her beauty remained untold.

When hope stirs your soul
Keeping writing the words
In that turbulence
That makes your acquaintances
Bearable
And your friends
Closer, cuddling next you
And the best friends
Sit next to you and
Talk about you
Memories
Slip under the skin
Like musical sheets full of
Musical scales
With a key
You can play the melody

The cell phone rings once
But the ringing in my head…
...The sound of your voice