The season grows late.
The last sunset whispers no more.
Eternal slumber touches my eyes
and places peace within my core.
A new beginning dawns before the sunrise.
A chapter I cannot share.
Through the open window a gentle breeze lifts me
…let it take me there.
“There” is a place from which there’s no return,
but when one day you make the journey
please follow my heart
for if you do you’ll find me
©July 2014, Christina Anne Hawthorne