The slightest brush
of melancholy
tinges the evening:
that time of day
when ghosts awaken
and memories stir;
that time of day
when thousands
of lives lived
lean into now.
Where are you,
bright eyed lover?
I need a
gentle boost
to lift me above
this roar of silence,
this emptiness
that fills the
twilight.
Come to me.
Sing me songs
until smiles return
and we will smile
together.
~mce
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
The slightest brush
of melancholy
tinges the evening:
that time of day
when ghosts awaken
and memories stir;
that time of day
when thousands
of lives lived
lean into now.
Where are you,
bright eyed lover?
I need a
gentle boost
to lift me above
this roar of silence,
this emptiness
that fills the
twilight.
Come to me.
Sing me songs
until smiles return
and we will smile
together.
~mce
And speak in that private language...
