There she stands in the center of the room
dark green velvet smile and twilight hues
as though the silvers in the paper had come alive
she seems to be three people tonight
and this time seems different from all the rest
inches apart and in the dark
she guides his hands towards her heart
as lips tenderly brush just once
under falling fabric of winter dusk
which instantly fades with the coming morning light
to become just a hazy ghostly token
of times never spent
they knew no future together
but in moments of recollection..........
10 years ago when,
a braided length of hair was his most treasured possession
and how time seems to take great pains
to move so slowly at times like these
reflecting regrets in blinding bright diamond shine
they still sometimes wake
with tears in their eyes.
6 comments:
Awwww. :(
This feels muted, like it's underwater and in slowmotion.
that is exactly how it felt......
spot on.
So rich and lyrical! And touching. I love the title...
thanks so much cloud of birds..
one of these days I would love to work your name into a poem...
with your permission of course..
"cloud of birds" i do love that image.
I'd love it if you used cloud of birds in a poem one day!!
will try to incorporate it soon soon then;)
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