Moments Of Wear

We fought
for a breath
a space to climb the trees to reach a high
er high,

Although you never asked me
Sold my mother's magic pearl
to buy a gypsy comb of tortoise shell
Your hair,

Crying very brief tears into
A silk handkerchief, years ago
I thought
you had left
A face, a mind that frees me to sigh
her sigh

Was a haunted light to wear
An amulet fraught with charms of there
Were moments when the world stood still
Then whirling wildly toward the Sun flaring mad . . .

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Written on 2015-06-07 at 21:40

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Quite brilliant. It is when the world stands still we live. Then into the sun again we go.