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Click hereLay here in the half light that lingers
until darkness sweeps us away,
brushing life to vague forest shapes,
plume and angle. Lay here where time
drops from the sky like fading memory
shades our repose to solace.
There is no need for meaning.
We have departed with the shadows.
We are one life stilled, statuary, carved
feature by feature wrought together.
Your hand drapes my hip, our knees curl
tandem, your lips part my veiled nape.
Peace enters the inlet of dreamtime.
The breeze of distant rain sings,
the highway barely whooshes, like ashes
of origin blown past our senses,
our laments, so only the sussuration
of breath quivers here, everywhere silent.
...from Eleanora Day. She uses onomatopoeia to great effect in the last verse. The whole is a delightful read.
...and aching. Some great lines...."there is no need for meaning"...."the breeze of distant rain sings".....and many others. Lovely!
beautiful.
This is a soul at peace
and it's wonderful to see and read
Thank you