The Night And The Silent Water

And so you left us. Jaded and gaunt, some September. Wilted with the seasons. But hidden inside the delusion I saw you eyes, somewhere.
Devoid of death. The aura poises amidst (the storm). In solid tears I linger, a parlor glade, moonlit sorrow. Lonely resting pools. Relics of the moon-dogged lake. Whisper: "All your words are miss given."
Am I like them? Those who mourn and turn away. Those who would give anything to see you again. If only for another second. Your face was, like the photograph. Painted white. We did not speak very often about it. What does it matter now?
Cloak of autumn shroud. I gaze, dim ricochet of stars. I reckon it is time for me to leave. You sleep in the light. Yet the night and the silent water still so dark.
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Posted: Aug 2015

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