Will Be Poem by Shelomith Noarbe

one night the whispers of winds emerged into her ears
hushing her to quit sheading tears
the moment of silence break her heart
the waves of ocean abides
the sand she walked on is shimmery cold
as if all stars above fall
she sob, and look above, seeing crescent that is sad
everything watches her, guides her, but no one...
loves her...she's broken into pieces, she can't be glued again
one night on same site, on same scene
illusions bind the night
a man swept her off her feet and carry her high
she can feel his biceps, she can feel his longing
questions arise, she's not her man
and then he whispers, 'i will be'
dreams end
morning came
she's been dreaming
the phone rings
they talk
she smiled
he became!