Gusting winds and blowing sand chipping away at the mortar. Rain and sun rotting away at the boards. Piece by piece the statuesque  chimney loses its strength and falls prey to the world around it. Time creeps away as silent screams go unseen. Dry tears scatter with each gentle breeze. Little remains but, a few faded pictures with lost souls gathered around. Lonely memories plague the landscape and ghost haunt the abandoned halls. Moment by moment less can be done. As love loses its grip gravity takes its place. A final prayer, a thunderous boom, a smoldering heap. A few more words, a little more love. Unto the end a parched love with abundant roses searches the night sky for nothingness. Shed not the tears for love comes not with loss. Love is in life. Guilt is in loss.