Silver tears glisten
shimmering in reflective flames,
eyes alight with emotion
face a sorrowful mask.
From dust to dust
ashes to ashes
ne'er to return again
Gone, blown forth by the wind
Leaving dying embers
undying love
glistening eyes
and unfading memories.
A contest entry
- Give me something... special. by Synthetiquette.
340 points, ended September 2, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
