I hummed a melody into the wind
my eyes frosted, beyond the quiet night
its vast translucent indigo gray
covered
***
A lark flew to sit on my perch
shook off the droplets of his flight
and stilled
the night held
in his regal posture
beak closed
resting, reflecting together.
he will sing at dawn.
every dawn.
here
with me
the fading stars watch his crescent chest
move to my moon
***
I held my breath
***
packed in his satchel was an inked pen
pressed paper, sealed letter
he left it on my sill
and takes flight
***
I’ll miss you too
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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