The hands that once held this pencil
Now clasp your hands within its
Warmth, now embracing
Skin to skin and
Tone to tone.
The pencil once wrote of a long lost
Love, now erased, yet creased
And embedded within the
Soul of paper
Constantly.
And from that mark, made of graphite lost
Burned paper within a single
Flame of fire that
Once was nothing
Upon a wooden frame
Ignited bright,
Enflamed the sky.
But now, ashes to ashes, dust to
Dust, blown by the slightly
Vacant wind of your
Wandering breath, brushed by the
Hands now clasped in mine,
I hear your ethreal voice waft silently within the trees
That listen as I longingly wait for you.

+ + + + +
I'm back for a while. No, not a single existence of a visit. Perhaps twice that. ^^
I tried something new...run-on sentences everywhere, I know, but rather have punctuation and verse breaks everywhere, why not let you read it how you think it should be read? Give a little freedom, yes? I personally think that the run-on sentences gives it more fluid motion, rather than the other freeverse I [once] did.
I also must apologize for my lack of...being. Existence isn't something handled easily. ^_^
One last thing before I pass out: I wouldn't mind getting to know some more people here at pip, so feel free to email me or im on msn, AIM [Minkaimadae], or ICQ. I'll be around.
Enough of me.
*checks watch*...*passes out* x_X

++ Leah ++

ps- if anyone has a suggestion for a title, it would be much appreciated. ^^ Thank ya.