Monday, June 30, 2014

She looked up to the heavens, the stars were shining down with not a care in the world. They were more than she could count; more than she could chose from  to make a wish upon. The sand felt soft beneath her feet; soft as silk she thought. She waited.

 He came, his hair windswept. He stood at the edge where the waves kissed goodbye to the silky sand and smiled at her . He has a smile to die for she thought. She reached out to touch his face, to feel the moment when time would stand still. But like a wisp of smoke the winds carried him away; falling into the arms of the night he was gone. He wasn't hers anymore, he only came to bid one last goodbye.

She stood at the edge where he had stood before her and let the icy waves wash her down. She heard them calling out to her. Come with us they whispered in her ears, for there is nothing left for you to keep on. So she let the waves take her away; away from the desolated shore.

She was a star now; shining down on all what she left behind with not a care in the world.


  1. A moment of rest upon the wind... Is the metaphor rose to my mind reading this..well written

  2. Nice one... 😃 didn't know that you're a blogger...