Sadness Fulfilled:

Beguiling, wholly undesigned
Your elegance is undefined
Like smoke upon the thinning air
I grasp and you are never there.

The radiance of dying day
The tongue that stills the words that play
Upon your brow and in your eyes
The way they willingly unbind

My heart, breaking to thousand shards
Like glass lies shattered, shapes that rasp
Upon my lungs and in my throat
The way you killed my dearest hopes.

But still I look and find you there
The smoke still hanging, blueish air
Entwines my sorrowed, blackened soul
And fills my lungs, and makes me whole.

-Kimberly N. Hunt
July 1996




(c) 1998