Something Personal...

She stares blankly at the empty mirror.
Eyes are searching for the fading light.
Diamond stars burn her skin like tears.
Wind is whispering to put up a fight.

But hear the thunder, gone, now distant.
Feel the last raindrops trickle on her face.
Smell the blooming roses, so insistent.
Their petals open in her smooth embrace.

Darkness clinking like shattered glass.
Rays of light gently caress her black hair.
Dew drops coat her lips like sugar dust.
To taste this freedom is now her flair.

Take deep breaths, smell the Southern wind.
Greet its tender kiss, let it crash the chains.
Her skin tingles as if the touch of spicy mint.
The mirror fades away, it can leave no stains.

And the beautiful piece that inspired this: Eternity and a Day by Paul Haslinger.