only as i become still
do i see just how quickly
ive been moving.
after the tides shift
from defiant waves
to gentle fingertips
grazing the shoreline
as though it were a piano;
after the bonfire
sings its lullaby
to the wind
lighting only embers
and humming only smoke;
after the wind
halts her howling
and leaves the earth
frozen in one place;
this
is the only metaphor
for when my heart
closes the door to others
and only takes glances
or, rather, stares
into a mirror
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
only as i become still
do i see just how quickly
ive been moving.
after the tides shift
from defiant waves
to gentle fingertips
grazing the shoreline
as though it were a piano;
after the bonfire
sings its lullaby
to the wind
lighting only embers
and humming only smoke;
after the wind
halts her howling
and leaves the earth
frozen in one place;
this
is the only metaphor
for when my heart
closes the door to others
and only takes glances
or, rather, stares
into a mirror
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