Stilled was the heart,
when he left that day
as still as a bone on the desert, all dried and cracked
only whispers of wind cry out from the dust,
as the hawk circles cloud filled skies
lone wolf howls in mournful tones
and lavender lays dried on parched stone
now there's only one heartbeat resounding
again and again
alone
©CG Mair 05/12/08