Wufei alone
by
Kamchatka
I am the last.
The dragon, solitary once again.
Alone with my ghosts.
Alone.
Unexpected,
their faces find me, in stars and sunrise,
in flowered meadows,
dew kissed.
Caught unaware, today I saw:
Quatre's hair in a burst of sunflowers,
Trowa's eyes in a shadowed green pool,
Duo's laugh in the wind tossed poplars,
Heero's heart in the eye of the storm.
Here at world's end,
sits the dragon, steadfastly awaiting
soft voices calling
me home.
by
Kamchatka
I am the last.
The dragon, solitary once again.
Alone with my ghosts.
Alone.
Unexpected,
their faces find me, in stars and sunrise,
in flowered meadows,
dew kissed.
Caught unaware, today I saw:
Quatre's hair in a burst of sunflowers,
Trowa's eyes in a shadowed green pool,
Duo's laugh in the wind tossed poplars,
Heero's heart in the eye of the storm.
Here at world's end,
sits the dragon, steadfastly awaiting
soft voices calling
me home.
