Healing From a Goodbye
While I drain, a kohl tint buries my face
And minutes change into hours when dim sky retreats
When moonlight paints a texture with pained grace;
My brother laying on time's edge... dawn hangs low.
The closed door grips, paling a ghostly shade
I taste the bitter oil of a requiem,
Eyes grating like sand , a blank frame portrayed.
Spilling a moan till nightfall , to review
All the vignettes from slices of laughter,
Of youthful journeys through paths aflame...
Still, the lucid screen of joys spent rises high
Across bright clouds,feathery.. fine as mink
That my own sigh releases a goodbye;
As his daughter, my god-child opens the link;
When we begin a new life together in my home.
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When A Door Closes Contest for Broken Wings
3/28/2016
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