Dewy eyes...

I see her walking,
each step wearsome...
all energy lost,
gone up in the smoke.
Shoulders sloshed,
fading freshness of a bloom...
Hands wrapped up around,
Troubled by the darkroom...
A shadowy frame, all drowned,
still reminiscenting forlorn...
Standing at the threshold,
I see her trembling,
uncontrolable, totally loose...
reflections shining, as if doomed.
Softly she sigh...
above at the starry stars,
and I get to look,
her Dewy Eyes...