Your face is left forever in the dusk,
A blue portrait that loved the northern light.
You often snapped your fingers at the wind,
And laughed to tell a snow was on the way.
Your courage burned like wildfires in your bones.
It kept you bright when all the world was cold.
The air was always vivid where you stood,
Your arms flung wide to catch the falling sun.
Copyright,2006 Sandra Fowler
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forever-in-the-dusk/
