Their Escapence

By Shelley Debartlo Campos

Sand falling down,

Breaks up my feet,

Still, as the step

Across the stile,

Dear to my feet.

Stars, eternity,

Wield the darkness break,

Help the flaming light,

Help the souls of Nadine and Sania to rise;

Help them to their pride.

Soon as the time befalls

At once the bright ones lay

Amid our leaves and brows,

We see the light and joy

At rest at this hour.