Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Last Glance on Home

Through the silence,
Her piercing eyes glance back,
Darts in the dark.
Memories like zebra stripes
Sprint across an untamed mind.
The treasured sanctuary
Twisted into a prison
No, she would not miss it,
But still it pulled
Her eyes
For a moment before their gentle release.
The chilled air unnoticed
Turned frosted strands into a thousand whips.
Her feet grind the traveled rocks like wheat.
Her heart screams.

3 comments:

Lindsey said...

who wrote this?

Anonymous said...

I did.

Anonymous said...

wow mar, you amaze me more and more all the time.

heidi

ps is there a specific meaning behind it?