she is looking for the place you first descended, eons ago.
silence is slowly burning the last of its uncounted hours before the inevitable end. she listens to the wing as it meets air, she watches small white moleculars of crystal freeze to the window. it looks beautiful in temperatures minus man. everything is white.
the most beautiful part of our lives is being transient
when seconds last eternity
only to catch the breath of the one you love!
then gone with the alluvial of oblivion
she looks to the mountains as they tumble down.
what was is never more.