The wrinkles danced their way
through your sun-kissed face
like vines shooting up the ground.
Silver streams adorned your hair,
souvenirs of years gone by.
But the eyes. Always the eyes...
That turned into glowing crescent moons
as the sound of laughter flew out of you.
They transformed your simple face into a breathing tapestry
that pulled unsuspecting people towards you.
If one day, you find the tapestry completed
with your eyes closed and unseeing...
There are those who will remember
as they stared at crescent moons
the laughter that rang when they saw them.