To him, she meant everything— <br />(for a while) <br /> <br />He watched her grow passionately <br />from his very limbs. <br />She an emblem, his emerald which glittered <br />opulently when the sun dared to flicker upon her. <br /> <br />Time— <br />the passage to loyal seasons <br />who changed consistency <br />without atonement <br />and all things <br />must bid a de rigueur goodbye— <br /> <br />Her amber emotions showed with a <br />delicate swayed wave of Farwell— <br />(her gesture rotates <br />left to right in a <br />soft leisurely motion) <br />until excited by the notion <br />(leaving him as he stands tall and proud) <br /> <br />she spirals on the final journey <br />to a new place— <br />a place where she can languish <br />into other shades <br />and Mother Earth waits in silent sympathy <br />to swaddle her into her folds.<br /><br />Tracey Hardie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-leaves-without-regret/
