driftwood legs found their way
into the woods of my thought
as the flames of beauty blazed
sparkles of which, my eyes caught

eyes gleaming of sapphire-like knots
frizzy hair and a bright enough smile
painting tendrils of colorful frenzy
over the black and white of my isle

folding her ember lace-up detail
her demeanour flipped seasons by
as she ran along the chilling breeze
chasing the shadows left behind

I followed her in the dead of the night
tracked her every move; left no trial by
until she paused at the edge of a cliff
before letting her forgotten arms fly

amidst the fading darkness of the night
the brief stare turned into hours of gaze
the blindfolds of lust lifted curtains of rage
for she was never on the other side of the edge

my senses condensed into clouds of sorrow
pouring into the rains of grief-filled  misery
as I realized she was just a resurfacing thought from a decade ago
finding its way back into the woods of my memory.