| A Higher Sense The tears no longer fell from her eyes, but lingered, crusted to her still flushed cheeks. She took a step outside, still dizzy, and she looked to the sky...still intact. The stars blazed brighter than on previous nights Testifying to her in blues and reds and yellows Of the eternities that wait. A breeze flirts with her nose, singing praises to the honeysuckle and an incoming storm, whispering, "No. The storm has passed." A salty air escapes from the tongue of her memory and she can taste the contentment of its wise shores. The sand never forgets his value. A cricket cries into the night, not to disturb, but to provoke. She raises her hand again to her cheek, Feeling the stubborn spots still plastered on, but forgetting why they'd come in the first place. "There is a sixth sense," she whispers to herself Partnered with a smile she sighs, "and he is with me now." |