Touch

XXX-VII-2011

 

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Illusions crowd my eyes in unforgiving numbers. Crows spot the greyness of the sky

with black movements. The wind is music for the season.

I’m its only available audience. You slept with me when it was summer.

The bed sheet still crumples itself in accordance to your curves.

You are ethereal as fog over a city drowned in morning white.

I touch you falsely as I would touch a rainbow.

 

This poem is as random as your wants.

You remain unknown to my future, like a bird halting migration

you traverse

my diary and enter into me with a ghostly silence. In the vanishing distance

a church clots amidst leafless conifers. Songbirds go mute in quiet hours.

Lakes freeze and wolves call skywards.

I touch you falsely as I would touch steaming hot water.

 

Lanterns spark in the valley when the air gets blue. You have gone

beyond the boundaries you made for yourself

like an echo conversing between mountains

I heard you for a while, then lost grasp of your presence.

I went towards the cliff this night.

The moon spread its blanket over the depth below me which I perceived as height.

If I fall the night will catch me. And throw me back into another morning.

There’s always another tomorrow after someone leaves.

And there are so many yesterdays to embrace in private.

You remain unsung like a forgotten lyric

And I touch you falsely

Like I touch myself in the mirror.

Author's Note

I wrote this in August, last year. Thought I should share it.

Reviews

[GunMetal]

Simply fantastic. Fabian pretty much described how I feel about this. I can relate to this so clearly, it was like reading about a memory and of feelings I've felt before, but was never able to put into words. I have been inactive on this site for a while, but I have to say that I'm very pleased that this is what I found first in my return. Thank you.

[tuvi]

This is lovely...so softly sad and longing with a delicate mystery...perhaps a mystery of self there as well...a searching insight of things had and lost, wished for or dreamed
good work and thanks for sharing ....

[Jessica Elaine Stevens ..]

This was absolutely beautiful. It resonated with me in a very profound way. I tend to be very shy with my reviews, but I had to say thank you for sharing this.

[Nirmala]

The sadness, silence and emptiness well expresses in the fabric of rich and deep feelings. The imagination stronger than reality is a powerful tool in our survival and happiness.

[JB Murray]

Strong piece here... So many great lines that paint a picture just in themselves! And together, a real piece of art

[Ruth]

Holds tension but with a beautiful melancholy! Wow, one of the best pieces I have read today love :) ♥

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is lovely...so softly sad and longing with a delicate mystery...perhaps a mystery of self there as well...a searching insight of things had and lost, wished for or dreamed. I greatly enjoyed.

[Emily B]

i read these words slowly, time after time, i wasn't expecting such a perfect piece of poetry to fall in my lap so early this morning