she is the only one there again;

she is the only one there again
alone on the open road
with only the twinkling stars so very far away
to keep her company at the death of day.

there is not a sound where she is
no evening breeze to caress her hair
no moon to light upon her face so fair
but a lonely darkness dotted with specks
of burning stars.

a thunder crashes from all directions
but where, she does not know.
maybe it came from high above
or perhaps it is her beating heart
pounding in her chest
as it has for many ages.

and then she began to walk
on that open road of darkness
following a path that only her mind can see
hoping to find her heart's desire
whatever it may be.

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