I stood in the midst of a meadow,
as an autumn breeze swayed its flaxen hair.
The last flush of sun was giving way
to a peach blossoming evening sky,
readying the day to lay and replenish,
beneath the strokes of night.
As it unfolded around me,
I watched with hungry eyes,
as visions of you etched upon a lowering cloud,
slipped by in outstretched shadows,
out of reach of my trembling hand;
for dreams still held you captive within its grasp.
I held myself with tired arms,
repeating sighs, choked on sadness,
as my heart grew gossamer thin;
another tear stained page stored in memory;