August 1890

Posted on January 8, 2012


A feeling of longing always lingers
On your veins and aging fingers
Nostalgia seeps through you like honey and dew on sheets of brass
Bitter and sweet
Like sitting on warm grass,
watching green leaves and flies flutter by in the golden glare
Tendrils of hair sweeping the air
The humming of bees so close you freeze in time
And once they’re gone you breath and taste the sun
Look up and swallow the sky with your eyes
Each movement is a ribbon
Each moment is a tender pulse
Not a thread,
but a gust of wind that molds the sands of time
A lonely island in your mind
A quiet avenue that you’ll find
Has left its trace
on the eternal membrane of your life
and mine
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