Light.
And I find you on the shore-
Drenched. New. Tense. Waiting.
Your features don't reflect
the sorrow
my silence gives you.
I don't break the sunrise with my words, sit
down beside you and watch the river
breathe.
Reform. Collapse. Darken. Reflect.
For the river of my memories
is but a collection of
my imaginations
pieces of me, of you, which had
never been previously experienced.
Pieces of us-
that I create; so that in them, I can
drown.
~
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A Symphony Of Darkness [WATTYS 2018 LONGLIST] [COMPLETE]
PoetryHighest rank #34 in poetry (26 jan 2018) #1 reverie (11 sept 2018) A young body, an old soul. Sometimes, it is hard not to fall in love with what would eventually become just a memory. Do you hear that? The sound of silence? That's the symphony of t...