Your face is left forever in the dusk, <br />A blue portrait that loved the northern light. <br />You often snapped your fingers at the wind, <br />And laughed to tell a snow was on the way. <br /> <br />Your courage burned like wildfires in your bones. <br />It kept you bright when all the world was cold. <br />The air was always vivid where you stood, <br />Your arms flung wide to catch the falling sun. <br /> <br />Copyright,2006 Sandra Fowler<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forever-in-the-dusk/
