The sun in the horizon,
Makes way for the night sky,
Romancing stars blind us,
The Aurora greets our eyes,

Covering your shoulders,
To fight off the evening chill,
Your hand no longer grasping,
Peace amongst the still,

A shooting star passes,
In the heavens I watch you go,
Tears falling from my cheek,
Leaves an imprint on the snow,

This is what we wanted,
So I could not forget,
Our very last moments,
We shared with no regrets.

Returning from Devon, along the M5,
No camera in hand, as I drove on by,
Crafted from the earth, it stood alone,
Like it was sculpted, out of natural stone,


Contorted but stunning, painted in black,
Missing the splendour, of the leaves that it lacked,
The majestic sun, beamed through each branch,
As I passed by, twisted shadows danced,


Out of view so quickly, yet stuck in my mind,
This distorted wonder, that I once left behind.