Artwork and writing by Noé Santana, 12-years-old.
across the ever-changing sands of life…
the wind picked up
and the sand swirled around his feet,
as his memories did in his head.
Memories of things lost
and thoughts of things yet to come.
Absorbed by his emotions
he stumbled over a dune
and when he saw what lay beyond
he fell to his knees
for the one he loved most
His once-bright eyes stared at the horizon…
and the sorrow that never ceased
to drive the sun behind it
and into the cosmos beyond
where its fiery light
would be quelled
by the misery and agony
that consumed his entire being,
and he let loose a howl
of pure sadness and hatred
that shook the Earth.”