Jun 2016
her smile
lingers caught
on restless breeze
autumn leaves scuttle
rejected dreams
once courted
hover
her hair
woven silk
dewdrops fine
in misted web
bring together
limbs long held
apart
they know
what rivers ran
streams of hope
rapid raw desire
hearts drowned
beating twin tunes
singing as
one
now just a scent
on yonder cloud
mocking cruel
as yet another
winter's
wan
morn
breaks
lingers caught
on restless breeze
autumn leaves scuttle
rejected dreams
once courted
hover
her hair
woven silk
dewdrops fine
in misted web
bring together
limbs long held
apart
they know
what rivers ran
streams of hope
rapid raw desire
hearts drowned
beating twin tunes
singing as
one
now just a scent
on yonder cloud
mocking cruel
as yet another
winter's
wan
morn
breaks
This poem was penned in response to a deeply moving art-house movie called 'Night Train to Lisbon.' While the slant I take here is not particularly along the story line, I feel it encapsulates the essence of some of what this stunning film engenders within me. Hope you enjoy my first post here
