Brief.
The gaze
of late sun falls on dry petaled
memory
and smothers love\'s way ahead.
Passing
breeze sighs lament on seeing
quiet tears
slide down my cheeks in regret.
Destiny
waves its wistful goodbye to our
brief moment
as crestfallen this red sun sets.
The stars
will remember \'tho as will I that
love\'s lightning
was brilliant when at its best.