Spellbound.
Deep in grave corners of time
untravelled
chained chords joust as desire
once again grabs
to re-count former memories
when bold passions
spent under disenrobed velvet
were meant to last
and envelop long-life forever
with taught dances
not before tried that express
how love matters
to she whose past is precious.
Grief's felt blackness
tho' now dense will by trying
lift and contact
his phantom presence to fly
spellbound at last.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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'with taught dances
not before tried that express
how love matters
to she whose past is precious.
Grief's felt blackness'..
(what a love
you two, must have shared
dear Fay
for it to withstand, that gravely distance
and have it still
appear by your side, so tangible
and evergreen!)
'I too
mourn a love, so prominent
in each pulsing
of life, that I endure - till that day
arrives
where effervescent fingertips, that soothe
my yearning's, aches
feel as real, as these words I type
and imbue
with all my hope's, for that - something
more meaningful, to this
our ephemeral, experience of existence'
Oh how I agree Mek -- - we who have loved and lost need hope to cling onto so we can feel the unseen as tangibly evergreen. So grateful for your heartfelt comments.
Beautiful, Fay.
"Grief's felt blackness" three words combined with max impact.
Ah - thanks Jerry and glad you noted the three words I felt spoke the loudest .
Good write Fay.
Thank you Orchi.
Every line is a gem.
Your opinion is valued and much appreciated - thank you Mike.
the word entrancing springs to mind .. sheer magic Fay ................... N 🙂 x
Thank you for feeling entranced by the read of Spellbound mon ami - -glad you found it magical too.................x
Spellbound by your wonderful words Fay.
Andy
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