~tasha~
Age: 125
Total Posts: 47628
Points: 0
Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
There is scrim to drive
my distant eyes
with bulimic bits
of meandering memory,
where orange fires night
in strange confections
of billowed words
and darkened furrow
in Spring's first blush
of thaw to hope,
and picture seeking Shadow's approval
in soulful weaves of air to sigh
for moment,
more without the virtue
than lives within my understanding.
Evening bares the soul to chill
and contemplate my April wish in numbers
adding link to Wisdom's chain,
for I am waiting here
to find in hope,
these things I am without your laughter.
Every end of sun to sink
in western curve of dream to stretch
is flock
of blacker wing to wave
in tandem twist
of swallow flutters,
tracing mark through one more night
of paint dissolving frogs in heat,
in my sound of creaking chair
that groans for grace
to show her face
in nimble motion,
back and forth,
as mother's arms
without a hum to pat my back
in love with heartbeat.
