i didn't see you go
the chest settling rattle
now silent
vanished into the bed sheets
white and starched and straight
one day i may regret that
i visited Kahil Gibran
and found solace
within his words
striding across the skies in a jet stream of beauty
in my mind now
you are astride a Norton
riding into the sun
free and vibrant
while we stay lost.....restrained and slow
awaiting our release.
KD 12/7/15
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Perhaps you may need release from demons. An intriguing tale fraught with hints of mystery.
ReplyDeleteA real sense of loss and longing.
ReplyDeleteLovely post
ReplyDeleteThoughts of better things to come. Delightful
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In your warm interiority , seems he can never grow old
ReplyDeleteIn a word, intriguing...
ReplyDeleteMelancholy but nicely written. You've got some nice language in here. :-)
ReplyDeleteMy first visit here (I do not get the time I would like to have to blog and read others) and it will not be my last. I truly love where you took this, where it took me....
ReplyDeleteThat is such a beauty... "while we stay lost.....restrained and slow
ReplyDeleteawaiting our release." Loved it!
We are lost in a world still away from our ultimate goal. Good Work!
Losing someone close beautifully described.
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