the space you filled in my life was like
the break of sunrise that pushes back the curtain of velvet sky to showcase her own brilliant glory. and I am left smiling shining illuminating inspiring brilliant. but it seemed not able to last into the day; by noon the colors faded into traffic jams and project deadlines and burned coffee. and I am left wondering withering analyzing apologizing for things i haven’t done, for things I don’t understand. so the sun has set on our brief encounter as swift as the light kisses the horizon and melts with passion and is gone so is the space that once was called “we” faded melted gone. and I am left staring into the night sky watching stars and satellites marching across my universal window the great beyond pushing me into place pulling me to stand taller the evening silence dancing in my hair the silhouetted trees whispering their secrets and i am found heart-full heart-still heart-strong wondering how i ever wanted ever needed ever found a space for any more glory than this.
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about the writer.“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw) past tense.
January 2019
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