The yellow hills of Sandy Canyon
lay barren in the sun
just as love has lost its luster
and my heart no longer hums.

Arrows lay in rusty quiver
mangled all as one
like the songs I sang for you
once upon on early dawns.

In the silence endless chatter
rings real raw and craftily spun
stale as thyme on sandy hills
love was here and now is gone.
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
November 6, 2021 | OC, California

Photography Asaf Fulks at The OC Recording Company
Canon EOS 1DX X Mark II | Canon 24-105 f4
Crystal Cove, California, August 2021

Love Was Here–Asher | She Did Not Come