Torn
by
©Ana Paulina 2008

She sits alone in the late hours of night
And ponders through those dreadful flashes in time.
With some fickleness
A scintillating brief "AWE"
That invokes attention
If only for a moment
With her opened hand
She blows a kiss
An invitation into the distance
In part it's radiated glow
Becomes the beacon of her heart.