About A Girl

Another road, another broken dream shattered to dust, slipping through hollow fingers, falling randomly to the floor. A glance skywards captures the waning moon, perfectly painted in hues unimaginably sublime. It had never felt so cold as it did that winters night, tear-drops frozen, an emotion suspended in eternity like an old photograph, hopelessly caught in time. Fragments of fractured memories drift into a pre-occupied mind, seemingly unrelated, imaginatively correlated, this time I’m not coming down. I had dreamt a thousand dreams, yet stars still spelt out puzzles like abandoned lighthouses on an endless shore. Perhaps I should never have let your hand go, but I knew you’d be back one perfect day. Perhaps we look upon the same star tonight, a undeniable vision that illuminates hopeful eyes so bright.

(December 2004)