Sketches

All I have left are these sketches 

Memories etched in 

my mind of a time when I 

once knew just who she was. 

A reflection from above appears 

in the shape of pain 

Shining on her stained glass heart and I fear 

I may never know her apart 

from the wind 

And the winds are blowing heavily

Stormy seas on the horizon 

Yet I look in her eyes and 

I see a calm that lies still within 

that bends but never breaks 

Although much of her has been broken 

These words spoken from a Soul in trouble 

Rebuilding herself from the rubble 

they all left behind 

Attempting to find some peace 

From the clouds that wont cease to hover 

Under the cover of her smile 

She hides away a while 

until it's safe to wander again 

out into the open 

trusting Waves of the ocean 

Hoping....

as she grips the sands 

of time in her hands

she's learning to land on her own two feet 

That the peace she seeks  

has always been with her 

amidst the rivers and brooks that babble 

She just had to open her eyes....