Moonlit reflections,
shards of icy light reminding me of broken promises.
Pieces of yesterday
dancing, rippling on the gently flowing water.
Slipping under
hoping, needing, knowing the warmth will wrap her within it's womb-like comfort.
No light is left
as she succumbs to the embrace.
Threads of consciousness replay sweet summer memories.
Aching, empty, she lets the threads slip from her fingers;
Effortlessly gliding down,
as the memories fade.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-06-20 14:08:37
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