I see the pain rise up in your eyes as I listen to the rambling whispers of your heart... I trace the fiery tears down your trembling face, as they cautiously follow the echoes of your quiet howl. I watch patiently, as you cross the floor, losing precious steps and private pieces of your soul along the way. Fighting distant memories and old regrets... I know now, that was love. And, as each dawn begins anew, always changing, evolving, creating and expressing... my angel wrestles the wind that comes to soothe her fiery tears and restless heart... I will always remember how my angel's eyes do sparkle. - MARSHA JONES (This incredible poem was not only a gift written for me, but an inspiration for this piece, as well.) This is for all the Pisces out there... or at least the ones born with just a little sadness in their souls. ((pencil/charcoal drawing painted digitally))