Being Alone
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The bamboo drifts in tainted strands
gathering mist, out to the sky--
a balmy tree where our restful arms entwine
that soon... stars ebb and glimmer far
like kisses fierce, then gently tossed
into many decades of moonlight and gust.
In the last of winter's flakes,
pale shadows came for you unannounced---
I bled, agonized on piles of shattered ice
homeless within our cozy room...where are you?
And swallows reel across the tracks
my breathing low, engraved with sighs
upon dim tears and gentle rain ;
this need to grow old with you undone:
I lean on that pliable bamboo
As aging years become—cold, listless
While birdsong’s hymn remind me...
How lovely your eyes are, asleep.
..........................
Song I - Cold - Quiet Now Contest
For Rob Carmack 9/3/2020
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2020
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