Aftermath

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…