And so she smiled and cried
in silent rivers of reason meandering
by the wild flower that smelled of
coconut water.
The evening star was melting
in the Eastern skies,
meanwhile.
The breeze flew a bedlam flight
in memories of a salty sea
that called to you when you passed by,
held you in a gaze longing.
The sand was warm when a voice echoed
'Curtains'-
The night sky fell as the rivers looked.
