Reminders

an emptiness. perhaps it's a realisation to want the holy. 
to feel the holy. as if this conundrum can exist and i can be mercurial 
in my hope, my dreams, my fire, my passion to be; oh, just to be 
and forget. that there is anger in my words to you and to that other you 
transposed to forgiveness, transmuted to light and the thought 
i should know what it means to destroy this hollowness. 

i miss you.


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Lamentations for the weary, this is my home 

Right now, this aching need 
to be at once quiet and joyful, the essence of the colour of dance 
and shadow, the breathlessness of a sunset between lovers 
who meet once a month to bind themselves to each other 

Like birds over a dustbath, like birds who roost on my roof, oblivious 
to time and how I always wake up at 5 a.m., never getting out of bed 
until 6, always tired, always an inch away from sleeping in 

Or sleeping forever, however many times we both dream of this 
this is not full circle, green and sometimes grey, blue and sometimes 
amber trapped in a necklace you should be wearing, to 
remind you 

That everything needs a reminder to forget. 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A sadness of words written in utter beauty. ' the essence of the colour of dance and shadow, the breathlessness of a sunset between lovers who meet once a month .. ' Tis true, too often there's anger in words between people, and yes, you've said as much, but - wrapped in silk. Thank you so much for sharing from start to finish.