She,
solitary body
blessing passing over...
desire called her softly,
whisper to the wind chimes
and drown in yester-year.
water washing over
solitary body-
she.
alone,
wind breaks
traipsing through eyes
cold and often open
unable to see the clear
awaiting her near closing.
water wash again,
cold now;
clear.
leaving,
cold feet?
doesn't know directions.
sitting lonely for hours
nowhere she wants to go.
she needs more clarity.
stop running now.
he's here;
love.