the dark blanket of stars?
i cast my heart to the heavens
and whispered prayers
in a language i did not speak
but understood with
infinite measure
but understood with
infinite measure
your ghost and my ghost
followed and led
leaving footprints in
the soft earth like a child
running
from a devil in a
dream
will you remember me in
the quiet moments of the night?
when you wake to the
pounding of your heart
(that dream of black birds on grey sky)
(that dream of black birds on grey sky)
the universe divides us
and the stars pour through your
fingers like sand
there is grief in the darkness
a sentence unfinished
untested
undone
my ghost stands in the
corner of your bedroom
sadly watching
still longing as
the new moon bathes you in
blue light and shadows
From my journal: December 2006
there is grief in the darkness
a sentence unfinished
untested
undone
my ghost stands in the
corner of your bedroom
sadly watching
still longing as
the new moon bathes you in
blue light and shadows
From my journal: December 2006
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3 comments:
wow!!! i love everything about this!! just perfectly written!!
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I know this scene, these emotions all too well. Beautifully written Mystery Girl.
I celebrate,
Your memory,
But often I wonder,
If you remember me.
@Shell, thank you for reading =)
@Steppenwolf, I appreciate your writing very much. Perhaps only fellow poets can understand the dark caves of the soul, or perhaps it is our need to understand that makes us write.
Take good care.
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