A string of doves
wave goodbyes into the silver horizon
becoming a noiseless fade
in the distant memory they fly
A music, preying on the senses
as it nears the last of a soulful melody
Vagrant spirit trickles down the throat
and burns away the weight of life
A smooth smoke dances with the air
as the stoned ship skips away from the shores
The desert's chessboard in the sand
and restless dunes lifting away to a destined place
The cold breath loses its sheen
with her name on the fogged glass
Lovers kiss a silent farewell
hearing sounds of the other's footsteps
till they round the corner
A momentary caress with the eyes
dissolves into the curve of the lips
1 comment:
...all thats left is a burning ache...the house is again just a silent place...
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