#babyangels
Your scent still lingers on the fabrics.
I breathe you in
as I rifle through
the war torn baggage
and mislaid remnants.
This pile of rubble from our past.
Salt tears at the corners of my eyes
Hot and heavy,
liquid beads of sorrow
Pools that gather 'tween my lashes.
A blurry burst of remembering
That knocks the wind
right from my chest.
Aghast and agape my soul lies crying
Struck dumb from death, for dying
Hurts the living
Forever more than
Those who pass.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
I watch the cottonwood
seeds
gather on the
wildflowers and
the weeds.
The trail looks a gentle
snowfall
of dust,
Like the back corner
of grandmother's attic...
Blanketed in mystery
and
well worn with
the years.
White sand and flakes of
pyrite
glitter on the
water's edge,
Dancing
with the rythym of the
waves...
A hummingbird
chases a dragonfly
into a tangerine sunset.
A hawk circles the road looking
for a wayward mouse.
I cry a silent prayer.
And can
only
think of you,
My Angel.
And
the
wind
cries
too...
Singing her
sorrowful song
Only for you,
My Angel,
Only for you...
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC