Homecoming
January 20th, 2009 by Karen
She stood on the balcony
hair the color of madrone, dancing in the breeze
watery blue eyes, gazing, searching
as her dress of gauze fought the wind
and grasped for her.
Beautiful, but sadness consumed her
eminating from her, as if she was only that
and she waited, picturesque against the stone
cold and weary.
The clouds blew in slow from the east
as the night began its watch
The first star appeared
and then she knew.
She raised her trembling arms
and begged the sea, the wind, the clouds
and lastly the star
the star they shared.
She saw the face in the mists
thrown up from the sea
before she heard the step on the flagstone,
warmth enveloped her.
As closed eyes only see
she knew as lips touched
he returned for her
and she whispered welcome home.
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