YOUR WORDS ARE EMBROIDERED, LIKE A BLANKET, IN THE SKY. THEY RAIN UPON THE EARTH'S DRY LAND, AND MY PARCHED THROAT.
STARS ARE TWINKLING, LIKE YOUR BIG BLUE EYES. THEY WATCH THE WORLD'S TROUBLES, AND THEY STARE AT MINE, JUDGING ME FROM HEAD TO TOE.
THE GRASS IS BLOWING, LIKE YOUR BEAUTIFUL HAIR. IT CLEANS ANIMALS, IT HIDES WORMS, BUT IT TRAPS AND TRIPS ME. NOT WANTING ME TO GO WHERE I NEED.
“I WISH I COULD LEAVE THIS EARTH TO JOIN YOU IN THE BIG BLUE, UP IN THE SKY.”
“NO—I AM WITH YOU. I CONTROL THE WATERS, THE GRASS, EVEN THE STARS. STAY, DO NOT KEEP RUNNING TOWARDS THE CLIFF. I FORBID YOU. STAY ON THE EARTH, BECAUSE THAT IS WHERE I AM.”
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PoetryI LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
