Jennifer S. Gilkerson March

March

Jennifer S. Gilkerson

Blue eyes that have lost their glimmer –hope far gone. The azure color, like that of sea, that surrounds us –empty, tranquility gone. Pale skin, with quickened breath –no light left.

I hold your cold hand –limp and frail Music and memories of days past –no more hurting within

Golden rays surround your face –a halo that crowns your faltering head Slowly fading, slowly fading –Green clover without luck –Wilted and unadorned

Give me one more moment –last words crumbled, fading in my sorrow Visions without a reflection to heal