She needed no words -
The world read it in her eyes,
And he... heard it in her silence.
Between each breath waited a little love song
With tiny wings, ready for flight.
The milkyway smiled down
Upon the conversation of twinkling eyes
And fragrant familiarity.
And when the last twinkles were spoken,
And the last fragrance surrendered,
The world glimpsed it in her eyes,
And she... felt it in his silence.
He veiled it, she nurtured it;
They brought forth pain.
Blended with a larger potion of truth,
They consumed the bitter antidote for love
And waited...
To be consumed by the bitterness...they waited!
To cheer love's death...they waited!
Reluctantly...they waited!
But...the lees of love remained.
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"But...the lees of love remained"... Wow.
ReplyDeleteSilence sews the ruptures in the wind... The dew soaked words trickle down the veil of mist and the echo of shadows climb up the dream-painted ceilings... Very touching... Loved the lines:
ReplyDelete"And when the last twinkles were spoken,
And the last fragrance surrendered,"