Final Rest

Somewhere in the dessert
She sits alone
Totally unraveled
To strings of past desire
In antiscipation of an oasis
Peeking into the sand
She sees his face
Absolute reflection of her need
A bouquet of hues of longing
Turns softly into the here and now
Her fragile woven existance
Weaves love into tender feelings
But 'tis it just a tale she has
Penned in vain?
Her desire 'tis uncovered
Chillingly into the reality of an
Ice covered dawn
She is able to remember
A lovelier time
Brief yet gentle
When her young world danced
And laughed and her joy was
Everywhere
But in kneeling now
At this most sad hour
Her winter season of life
She ignites her tears
In effigy
A lost and smoke filled
Offering
To her lonely and broken
Destiny

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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