You are the essence of time in symbolic shifting thoughts,
One of the massed collective of souls I brush against
washed,tossed and hurled upon the sea’s elemental expanse,
I held you once, tightly gripped in my closeted palm
my fingers, your cradle of skin, bone, of love made flesh.
I should mould you into glass ,the rising heat of intent
crush you into a shape that fits within me,
you are a mirror of inward reflective need again
caught for a moment in the rigid cup of my hand.
I am open now, petals unfurled, and out you seep
streaming through the gaps of light and chance,
sifting your way back to a life you borrowed.
Soon you will be gone, dispersed and scattered
leaving your memories upon my surface
within my shoes and covering of cloth
like so many grains of sand….
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Dovestoneboy (
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Comments2
wow, this was written beautifully, and what a killer ending to this gem 🙂
Beautiful, gentle, connected
Love the imagery and metaphor
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