*As One of the World*

[clark_inda_dark]

*As One of the World*

I remember when the world was hers.
She would dance across the horizon,
singing a sweet song of destiny.
The setting sun would glisten in her eyes.
Her hair would sweep through the wind,
lifting up like a wispy, lace curtain
in an open window over-looking a storm.
And as one of the world, she was beautiful.

Though, in only an instant or less, a life
can suddenly flash before your eyes,
and after the initial blow of the memory,
the darkness takes over the vision.
A whole future of possibilities halted
by the whip of a heart-less fate.

She was walking home that night,
probably on her way back home
to the one that had stolen her heart.
The dirt road she tread was over-casted
with drifting shadows that blurred a view,
but I caught her in my headlights just
before her own light burned out forever.
Within the blink of an eye,
and within the beat of my heart,
I watched her leave this world in tragedy,
and in the darkness, I wept with the heavens.

Years have long-since passed, and I have never
driven down that road again in tribute to her.
Though, at times I walk it as the sun descends,
when the shadows drift and over-cast.
I walk the road of her final journey, and
when I make it to a wooden bench,
the only witness that was at the scene,
I sit down and ponder her memory.

And sometimes, out of the corner of my eye,
I'll catch her sitting next to me on the bench.
When I try gaze upon her manifestation,
she instantly fades into the background,
but for a split second, I see her again;
The setting sun still glistening in her eyes.
Her hair still sweeping through the wind,
lifting up like a wispy, lace curtain
in an open window over-looking a storm.
And as one of the world, she is beautiful...