A wisp of thought it remains,
Walking in unannounced,
A distant echo of the whispers exchanged
Of the breaths shared.
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A wisp of a memory it remains,
Floating without connections,
An unconscious gaze into the dreams wished
Of the promises unmade.
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A wisp of a love it remains,
Formless of definitions,
A play of lingering touches of destiny
Of the strands of losing hope.
From the vaults of unrequited love. Written for Sue’s photo prompt.
I was dreaming of a ship, or perhaps a raft in disguise.
My eyes never looked up, my vision stayed tunneled in.
So focused on the horizon, I forgot to look beyond.
I was scared of getting lost, so I held tight to my spot.
I wasn’t the captain, or the passenger.
Nor an engineer, or even a wage worker.
I could have been a ballast to keep the balance.
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But when they found me from the shipwreck,
I was written off as dead weight.
No memories of the oceans sailed remain,
The course of the journey unknown.
Left without a base to build on, there was no future to look.
When the quest for survival takes over the living,
Thankless was the death that refused to relieve.
The fear of dying before you are ready. The fear of dying before you have lived. The fear of dying before you understand what death means.
It takes a lot to fight gravity,
The first law of nature that we adapt to.
To keep our feet firmly grounded,
Lest we crash and fall.
But oh, the exhilaration of jumping in the air,
Of the innocent abandonment of playing on a swing,
A leap of faith, if nothing else.
Take the plunge to soar up,
Feel the gusts of wind bringing out wings hitherto invisible.
Don’t turn your back to increasingly piercing light of the sun,
Don’t shut your eyes and find yourself astray.
Try again if you crash hard,
And let the freedom of the flight be your guide.
Written for the weekly prompt at Sue‘s write photo challenge.
In the quiet solitude of midnight,
Bare footsteps tread softly on rose petals.
She carried a bouquet of baby’s breath
To keep her fingers from trembling.
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It was the twilight before winter began,
That started her first dancing lesson.
Like soft silk she stepped into his arms
As a crown of snowdrops feathered them.
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Under the chandelier of moonlight and stars,
They swayed to the music of whispered laughs.
Her two left feet guided almost weightless
By the confident signals of his eyes and mouth.
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Losing track of time as the moon traversed west,
They spoke of lifetimes and memories and silence.
Impending rays of dawn brought incomplete farewell
Of the rare kind when strangers in love bid goodbyes.
Some moments to cherish 🙂
Back in the old city
Down the memory lanes
Treading the frozen times of yesterday
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Remembering our dances in rain
I can almost feel the touch of your hands.
And smell the lost scents of your laughs.
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What dissolved those moments of love?
When did one shadow abandon the other?
Why did the sands have a single set of footprints?
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No vows of staying close.
No conditions to walk together.
No binds to name the relationship.
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Yet cold winters later
These glorious summer storms,
Find your name as a sigh on my lips.
Memories are funny, indeed.
An Armchair Perfectionist 