Beautiful Tragedy

The day has settled, the noise fading out,

The fiery crimson softens, warm and light,

As the evening breeze floats by,

Twinkling stars appear, out and about.

Twilight dims the glare of day,

Transforming what’s left of us into fragments of memory,

Scattered like sand, riding the wind along the bay.

In the glimmer of moonlight, the tide rises high,

Droplets of the river swirling like glass,

Encapsulating, shimmering like tears, laying out an enchanted path.

Hands clasped together, fingers intertwined,

A whispered prayer escapes my lips,

Desperate, hopeful, pleading,

With a heart cracked open, kept still in time.

I close my eyes against the torrent of rain,

Beautiful and tragic, in its show of calm and pain.

No matter the escape, the change in pace,

The memory remains as the shutter clicks,

Never to be erased from the depths beneath your face.