SHE was gone...

On a starry night the lonely lad gazed up at the sky,

Staring at the magic on the velvet above...

The pleasant night,the warm winds and
the rumble of the calm ocean...

Gazing up at the cosmos above,he thought of her...

In all her poetic radiance in a white overflowing gown,
with a green pendant slung across her attire...

She walked slowly on the sandy beach below,like an angel on a dark night...

Like a breath of fresh air to dying heart...

He ran to her but she was gone...

All that he saw was a boat far far away and its white sail fluttering in the winds..

She was gone,all but a figment of his imagination...

He trudged back,silently cursing himself

On the warm sandy bed,he slept that night,

Dreaming of her...

Painting her portraits on a street in Paris,

wearing the same white gown,

Smiling in peace playing with a puppy on the street...

With each stroke of his brush,
she broke open the locked chambers of his heart,

Each heartbeat now a christendo...
as he but finished her portrait...

All that was left was her eyes to complete her imagery...

His dream of one true love...

the angry sun bore upon his eyes,he tore open his eyes

She was gone,she was gone...

D sun had risen...