Silent walkers architect
Their perspective minds.
Mirrors change the light of their visions.
15 years alone together have passed away...
Holiday snappers
Caress in a bus shelter:
Waiting, releasing
Into loves bitter end.
A thing, a body, a figure lies still
On the tarmac.
Warmed by love;
Burned by death.
©Jack Aylward
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
Silent walkers architect
Their perspective minds.
Mirrors change the light of their visions.
15 years alone together have passed away...
Holiday snappers
Caress in a bus shelter:
Waiting, releasing
Into loves bitter end.
A thing, a body, a figure lies still
On the tarmac.
Warmed by love;
Burned by death.
©Jack Aylward
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