Walking the Eaves of Silence
Soul flowers
Resting my soul
between the words,
listening close
to heartbeats
and accords,
a tone lost in a whisper,
breeze sending love
from far,
lifetimes away,
here to touch,
a hug means so much more
than mere holding,
it binds your love
to my own,
it adds sunny desires.
***
If I should ever tread
too close to precipice,
I will always turn back,
look to embrace
the joy you gave me on that day
when we first hugged
and let hearts smile
at peace.
***
I walk looking for flowers,
I feel each petal leaving life,
caressing
last loving soul,
kindred wishes start flying,
I know not where to go,
your voice tells me the way,
it's dark, and fog surrounds
last trace of home,
last path back
into sunlit glow
and merry hide and seek.
***
Why did you go so far,
why can't I see your steps,
no trace tells of your passing,
do I still hear you
or is it just the wind
turned heartless in a moment,
uncaring steel,
not gone,
but changed
beyond all recognition
or forgiveness.
***
Seething goodbye,
the one I couldn't say,
the words left me without a sound,
I couldn't let go,
I still roam,
hoping to catch a glimpse,
a sign,
that all was worth the time,
the grace I shared
never got back,
soul half
taking apart
what was left
of my gratitude,
healing denied,
smile taken to dark forest.
***
Can I at least have laughter back,
my own,
as it was once,
before I held your hand,
before I knew what being let go meant,
soul shattered in the dust
learning to live again,
if only under fog
and twilight dream?
***
© 2022 Amy Christie
Originally published on NewsBreak
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Amy Christie
Passionate writer and journalist, striving to create meaningful connections.
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