Friday, 29 April 2011



'I never came back.' She sighed.
He looked into her eyes.
'You never left!'
'Oh, but I did. I was never here at all.'

Against the majesty of darkness,
The stars pulsed.

She closed her eyes. Returned home.
Amongst the wild flowers of the meadow,
Her hand in his.
The perfume of moonlight on her skin.

'Kiss me,' he whispered.
'You can't kiss the dead; hold the shadows.'
She smiled at him in sorrow.
'But you are alive. You are here.'

Tears fell like shooting stars.
Time slipped.

'No,' she said, 'I was never here at all.'

1 comment:

  1. Gorgeous poem. Thanks for sharing.