Into the Sunset

Image by: Sandra Burnsed ©2017

You eyes sparkle like the forest and the sky. As your hair dances softly in the wind. Dreams maintain that image in my mind. As I think of where we’ve been.
Free of spirit, free of heart. Untouched by the hands of fate. Moving carelessly though the water. Unsure of the steps we’re to take.
But time marches on. Tossing us causally in it’s wake. Unconcerned with how it leaves us. Damaged, broken, by the hands of hate.
So we’re left to collect the pieces. Of what remains of our hearts. To look longingly into the sunset. At where innocence had it’s start.