Monday, 4 February 2013

Day Four: #WoPoWriMo - A Waking Heart String


The sky was still sleeping, when your
heartstrings were woken,
long had they slumbered, both lost and out
spoken, of their days
in sweet,
silent ways. The sun
had not yet cast
her gaze upon the edges
of the dawning world.
Grey-tinged, remained
the dips and curves
of season-less lands
beyond the bedroom panes;
orange and mauve, crept, in vain,
along the fringes of leaves
and light-hungry blades, who would blindly
steal them
for keeping;

…and I held tight
to your ghost-cold hand – wake up,
you were only dreaming. 

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