Long Ago

The sand was rough

And hot

Between her toes.

The coarse,

Dry desert air

Rubbed at her throat.

The rasping

Tusken wind

Whipped her hair about.

The green eyed beauty

Stood alone

Beside an earthen home.

HE had lived here,

Long ago,

But she dared not speak

His name.

Wet and humid

Was the air,

The ground

Soft and moist.

Insects buzzed

Here and there.

A never

Ending noise.

She stood within

The ancient hall

Where echoes roam

And spirits prowl.

This was HIS duty,

Long ago,

But she dared not speak

his name.

Glimmering.

Shimmering.

An unbroken,

reflective surface.

Smoothly.

Silently.

It sent her back

Her soul.

Delicate

Fingers

Stroked the truthful glass

To bring her solace

From her sadness.

HE had loved her

Long ago,

But she dared not speak
his name.

Shadows crept,

Surrounding her

In their dark and heavy curtains

As she fell

To

her

knees

and wept.

For it was SHE

Who everslept.

And she dared

Not speak

HIS

Name.