As Time Thaws
as the thousand stares meet in cold eyecontact
is it my warm face that melts infinity ?
or is it the longing for embrace that lacks
the harsh reality or glaring pity
that my mirrored reflection holds
they watch me when i need them most
the ever present star that tears
the ball of fire from my chest
and leaves a gaping hole for wonder
a hollow that sets desire alight
in stippled memory it fades
a moon behind the raven mist
protecting me in silence and blind shade
before the shadows soothe and kiss
the cheek of rain swept silence
Copyright © Esther Rutledge | Year Posted 2022
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