oh, the late nights, the hindsight, the
light once burning, now dwindling.
is there any kindling for a fire once felt so strongly,
now wrongly dim, now faltering, whose flames
now flicker slimly so? i do
not know.
copyright your grief. write it down,
don't be brief. there is no need to short-
en your sadness. trace the leaf,
finger its veins, every day nothing is
the same. the wind came. there is
relief.
light once burning, now dwindling.
is there any kindling for a fire once felt so strongly,
now wrongly dim, now faltering, whose flames
now flicker slimly so? i do
not know.
copyright your grief. write it down,
don't be brief. there is no need to short-
en your sadness. trace the leaf,
finger its veins, every day nothing is
the same. the wind came. there is
relief.
be still --- close your eyes ---
at last, she speaks.
at last, she speaks.
[felt deeply, composed just now, copyright she]
1 comment:
you gave me goosy pimples.
i am off to ponder in the hot bath.
god, i love being alive at night.
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