i can never make them stay.
they are like orbits
always in motion
around me but
never holding my hand.
they are like shooting stars
who light up my nights
for one black sky
and die.
they are the people
who come and go
like the ebb and flow
of the ocean bed.
i never stay.
my legs are
made of air
and my spirit
is the moon.
when the wolves howl
and the owls cry
my soul lies still
on a grey stone.
the day has faded
into the emptiness
and all the people
have abandoned the forest.
but i stayed.
stay with me?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (7)
Congrats on Top Story! :)
Oh I feel this 🤍🌟 It feels like something you found in a lonely pocket of my heart and put the perfect words to. Really lovely x
There's an ache and an airiness that complement each other in your writing. You words feel weighty as an anchor and yet yearn with the lightness of air. I feel caught between two places as I read the words. Congratulations on Top Story! Well deserved!! 🥳
I felt that pain too often I am sad others feel this too. Great poem 🥰
Yay, so glad to see this get Top Story!
Absolutely beautiful work, wow.
Ouch, Sara...as ever...tugging at those heartstrings and causing a pause for breath with your beautiful words! That image is stunning!