Memories Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Memories



In memory she is wearing
a shroud of moonlight.

When mists come
the scent of her
is faint as fallen petals
of withering flowers.

Try as I might
to fill the moon’s crescent cup
with light

it is pouring memories
out over the sea

pouring her dust
into dark water

the orb withering
into a different dark circle
of wholeness
barely visible in earthlight.

Monday, October 19, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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