She waits (black and white)

In the silence below the smiling moon she waits,

wind blows the dying leaves through vacant streets

and she gazes into the eyes of the stars

thirsting for the words to quench her being.

Patterns learned through ages now lost

and the rhythm takes on new meaning as she smiles

at the blank empty houses that lay before her,

behind the castle looms large

yet welcoming to the sage of the night

to open the pages of a new history,

she flips idly the yellowed journals of yesterday

searching for her name written centuries before,

and unsurprised to find

boldly laid out below her finger

her birth and death defined

forgotten yet now known.

She of the dust of wars and love,

traveling to her destiny to find

below a moving earth where tides seek her touch,

the collapse of the walls of the castle falling into waves

and carried away to tomorrow

as she turns to find open space waiting

for the new pen to create

the art of now.