Left of Paris
(Still She Whispers...)
There are impossible things
trapped in the brambles of the past now,
things I may never find.
Some longings, so specific and exact
have been permanently cracked
buried deep
showered with buckets of tears
given tender memorials.
It is only after such stark funerals
that I can humbly admit
no more effort
no brighter epiphanies
no more clarity
no wider smile
no softer touch
no brisker "Yes!"
nor bolder "No!"
no silkier toss of mane,
no loftier words
hurled at a bluer sky,
would have
could have
made things
"as they should be."
But...
mountains move,
La Tour Eiffel dances,
that dream love
for which so long I have waited,
comes ever closer,
nearly fits in my hand,
the moment I allow "how it should have been"
to become simply "how it is..."
when I close my eyes,
breathe deeply and let myself remember
The Beautiful Lady herself
has stood watching lovers
for so long...
quietly...
patient...
alone...
yet still she whispers,
"J'ai confiance."
About the Creator
Hannah Logan
Act/Pen/Direct/Produce
Truth-Teller * Believer in Magic * Laughter-Lover
My hope...
to make art
that matters, moves, (a)muses
unlocks The Mystery
leaves good in my wake
so others
might do the same.
Insta @mshannahlogan
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