She walks amongst them…standing in grocery lines
feeling soundless pain - watching others, mothers, fathers, children
Admiring- but herself, feeling alone... empty

She sits in her chair at night visualizing, pondering
pretending she hears him whisper, as his breath drifts peacefully over her somber heart
She reaches out to embrace him, but he slips like mercury thru' her open fingers
like a soft velvet breeze flowing thru’ Celestial orbs
each essence evaporating like a heart beat in the cool, crisp evening air

“Take my hand” she whispers…“Let’s walk together under the soft moonlite’
with the soft, velvet grass tickling our naked feet like soft feathers
Will you please take my hand just one more time…and follow me tonight’?”

His memory- like fluid water -crystal clear, yet so elusive ~
but oh so conclusive…
slipping thru’ her fingers with passing time- with long ago memories hidden…
Yes, hidden in her fragile heart
down its corridors of delicate whispers
that slip thru’ her fingers like blu’, silky wispy fingers of lite’

As she sits alone in the night
with wrinkles on her face - scars in her heart
she pictures their silhouettes dancing close together
Looking back at elusive time ~ falling into step with the rhythms of the past
that float across her empty room at nite’

She closes her eyes, wishing he was there; to be together just one more time…
like two silhouettes dancing on her bedroom wall