her voice a fragile thunder her thoughts gossamer wings beating on the thick summer air her awkward gestures a lovin embrace to the eyes that haunt her histories
dawns intensity begins its silent fire consuming more and more of the spacious turning heavens a star falls she reaches out one unconstrained hand fingers tracing its path across the pale blue skies a word of worshipful sorrow on her lips till it fades into the sea extinguished with loves kiss no doubt no doubt
she floats upon the wind no sand or tree in sight she floats upon the sea back and forth across the deep night seeing the world breath seeing the mechanics of the star strewn heavens turning how beautiful the stars how desolate the sun
silence had finally taken her her parched eyes now forever closed her hand on the tiller till doom strikes its hour alone on the sea her life slowly ceases extinguished with loves kiss no doubt no doubt
her dusty wings folded the breached purity of her heart leaves her a silent figure forlorn with her eyes forever looking distantly with longings painted vividly on her face a desolate angel of sea and sand to greet the lost sailors and thouse who wander the sea at the end of their voyages end of their days