Unmarked Grave

Incandescent,

Sun-streaked blonde.

Ocean eyes of azure blue-

Illuminating, Alluring,

Burning.

A hearty laugh,

Like the sound of

Roaring winds and waves

A woman-child

Vibrant,

Replenishing barren,

Broken hearts.

Gentle spirit

On a troubled path

Tripping into an abyss

Her silhouette

Fading, diminishing

Dreams all but

Extinguished.

 Irrevocably,

The free-fall ends

Not with a deafening crash

But on a silent, sterile

Stone-cold slab-

A capricious sea of

Solid sand.

  No Exit(*J.P. Sartre, Huis Clos)

  The ephemeral epitaph,

 Of a soul forever lost

In a grave

Unmarked.