Wood smoke takes flight
from the autumn shore
The dawn breaking consciousness
lapsing into stillness
The sea recedes drawn back by the pleasures
of the moon
The water is mad and mournful
beneath the mud the soul is melancholy
I am water
made shallow by loss
Now this immeasurable sound
of absence
You disappearing shapelessly
naturally and heartlessly, without resistance
You have become
too much of an intensity
I struggle
to utter your name
Flooded by ineffable regret
the world left empty
Under my skin
you pick at my soul in whispers
There is no voice in your beauty
Only the sublime moment of entry
The fountains of our mouths
and the tragic passion of our fingers
WELCOME! A great reservoir filled with beautiful words and rich imagery! A wonderful write that is both, well crafted and touching! CONGRATULATIONS! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!
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