She’s absence of crowds.
A thought-I-saw;
An auroral ripple;
A stipple of rarest light
Over dew-bladed glade through tree-spaces;
Traces of refunded innocence;
A feather-fight in the leaves;
The weave of breeze along my spine.
The blush on a half-moon;
Secrets heart-slid across the floor,
Yore-shadows at bay beyond the glow;
The haunt of time at the window;
Wafts of want on unfaded bow;
An echo of bolt and boom
From childhood-loomed storm-wonders.
A collection of candy
In fragile-pink fingers;
A living, careening carousel;
A dream that lingers well into grey;
A casted ream of smile-spun spells;
Stellar bells hung from a star;
The hypnotism of fire from far away.
A length of laughter;
An album of longing-after;
A saltless, restless rosemary tear;
Fear hung by a noose in my chest;
The safest way through the wilderness;
A waifish kiss on a wound;
A proof of heaven too soon.
A swoon on a night-sweat;
A thousand-fold bet wagered and won;
Bubble-gunned down in the sheets;
Bars of glass and a handkerchiefed hammer;
A breathless, made-it getaway run;
A rung to freedom and freckled sun;
A stammer on the tongue.
She’s shapes in the clouds.
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Lovely meditation of ‘her.’ Especially the dark part:
“The haunt of time at the window; Wafts of want on unfaded bow”
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Thank you, Amaya, for pausing on it; and, especially, for making room to affirm by comment. My words are a dim flashlight even still.
Blessings to you and yours.
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This wispish web of words
leaves me breathless
with wonder
as I watch the greying sky
begin to lighten, pinken, glow
with the rising sun
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You return to me my smile, Raili! Thank you!
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So hauntingly lovely. You conveyed the feeling of ethereal beautifully in your verse.
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