Tonight stands alone on a line of sand, while wind rips through the darkness like an angry boar
She stands still, eyes closed, her back against the sheer wall of yesteryear
Its mass, so cold and smooth, is starkly silent in response to the violent wind
And surging water
Breathing slowly and deliberately, with palms against the stone, she remembers for a while
Lifting back over the wall to the plains above, where sunlit mist is everywhere
Unable to resist, she swirls through the swaths and laughs at past delights
And cries for past regrets
But Tonight cannot linger long, and her palms soon remember the coldness of the stone as she returns
The wind is ever gnashing, and the churning water nears and rears in height
And yet Tonight, she opens her eyes and pushes her palms against the wall
And dives into the current
December 31, 2009
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