It was a dark and stormy night when the wind fell to her feet. Her smile melted with the bluish snow upon a road she could wander no more.
Reaching out with pale arms to the rumbling sky above, she turned a tormented face to the hidden moonlight and beckoned her ships return. But she was near no sea and knew her home no more.
In the rumbling night she heard her heartbeat against the clouds and the crashes of a memory sea against her ears and in harmonious unison they became one. With a Northern groan the sky broke and the snow came and touched her pale face and melted away to tears.
To her knees she dropped and picked up the wind and blew it a gentle kiss. The wind swirled and cooled the tears to droplets of ice that fell from her face and felt her longing. It reached out with a light breeze and caressed her of her heartbeat and carried it to the clouds.
With a final refrain the rumbling stopped as the wind pulled the clouds across the land to the sea. And across the sea she cried upon the land she once forgot.
Allan E. Engle, from Fulton, MO, has an MA in English Education and has been writing for over 20 years. He is an award winning poet and winner of NaNoWriMo for the last 3 years. He writes in many genres.
© 2007 Allan E. Engle. Original for CCF (Engle grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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