Soft chimes fill the air, ringing gracefully in the breeze
Crystal dewdrops sparkle delicately in the moonbeams
Quiet, fresh… a new beginning
Sounds return slowly, trickling back like sands of an hourglass
Light brightens the horizon as moon sets and the sun rises
Mists rise from damp ground filling the air as warmth flows
Beauty of storm washed scenery fills the eyes
Masking the destruction, deceiving the senses
Until a stray sunbeam reveals…
Lost amid the aftermath of the storm’s fury
A small form battered… bruised… lost…
Kneeling, hands clenched tightly upon thighs
Head bowed, face hidden by wind tossed curls
Soft sobs flow from her trembling form
Shivers ripple through muscles bared to the light
Clutched within her hand a dark band wraps fingers close
Beneath her tight fist, a silver heart gleams faintly
Body… heart… soul… waiting out the storm
Alone within the garden she waits…
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5

GermanVoice favorited this poem!
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments (3 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (3)