dusk

this is the middle of the hero’s tale
the long walk through the desert
where there is no triumph
just windmills
and a forced forgetfulness
that only gradually fades
like a hot day cooling
into the soft down of forgiveness

in the broad view,
the one she likes to take
there is nothing to escape
its all just a small part of the endless
chasing and loving and running
around in circles
broken hearts littering
the ground
in messy webs of desire
an interlacing of he loves her loves him

but then her mind slips away
and there it is again,
the close-up,
the dredged memory
of his arms
stuck at his sides
as she pressed her lips
over his dead ones

she read somewhere
that you should breath
in the pain–not just hers,
but all who had suffered similar fates
a deep inhale of united hurt

she tries it
and finds a balance
in the up and down
of her rising chest
her answer
no more
and no less
than each next breath

at some point
the sun drops low enough
that she can look up into the sky
and see the stars winking

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3 thoughts on “dusk

  1. Cherry Harris says:

    Such beautiful words . Thank you .
    Cherry

  2. Nelly says:

    This shows real exiestpre. Thanks for the answer.

  3. Magst du diese Büchlein mit schönen weissen Seiten auch so gerne? *g*Das hört sich toll an!Wenn du sagst, du konntest in all der Unterhaltung trotzdem Schreiben, werde ich das gerne mal ausprobieren. Berichte dann, ob es funktioniert hat

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