Not quite such a thing so sweet as eyes kissed shut and the sound of your breathing; gentle like the hand that brushed against my arm while the night floats on.
What midnight screening flashes before closed lids to cause so soft a smile? In all the chaos of the silence this brings peace; you bring the closest thing to peace.
And soon I hope to join you. Hold the elevator door please—don’t worry, I’ll get off where you do. Until then, your smile spreads to mine.
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NJ Reed
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The Golden Valley
The difference between light and dark could be as quick and simple as a flip of a switch, the drawing of a curtain, the opening of one’s eyes. It could be more gradual like the slow adjustment of the diaphragm on a microscope, the turn of a planet on its axis, the growing light as you approach the end of a tunnel. A flicker in the dark, a steady glow in the distance, a flash in the night sky.
By Alyssa Nicole4 days ago in Fiction
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This poignant poem captures the essence of yearning for serenity and illustrates how, even amidst turmoil, we all strive to bring the closest thing to peace into our lives
This was so wonderful and beautifully written!