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THE STRANGER
Much like the sun paints the canvas
This reality indifferent to our senses
She, stood there as the arboreal stand
Unimpressionable vibrance amongst the bleak
Her dress wafted ever gently, slowly
As leaves falling upon a familiar shade
With hair like the river upon stone
And a voice, tangible as the current
Vague silhouette, such is my nature
To chisel the marble to pearl
A puzzle I must solve
I converse, to unfurl
An anomalous experience, déjà vu
Our lives were as tangent waves
From our fears, we could escape
Ebbing away, tallying days
In the sparsity of a second
Even still...
One question remained to spill
Her expression was a poor façade
And I hid my own beneath a nod
I felt I knew her as my reflection
Quite crystalline, the inflection
Behind the eyes that gripped my soul
A penumbra of what was once whole
She was bereaved, this much I knew
Just after she adjusted her wit
Saw me there, her anxiety grew
And her attention I'd promptly requite
Why was this all so familiar?
The true sadness in her heart
Was displayed as a still life painting
Brushed with the most joyous scheme
Is this what it is to be melancholy?
Out from my head, the dream was dead
All that remained of her face
And the train set off, she was gone
Before I could ask her name
Despite this, an impulse arrived
Beside myself, I'm urged to sigh
Only then, clarity, I knew her well
As the texture of that headstone, felt
She was me, and now I grieve
As the train disappears
Into the sunset of acceptance
Published 11th Aug 2017
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11th Aug 2017 11:20pm
I adore this. I used to dream every single night, vividly [mostly nightmares] But once in a while it would be a peaceful dream, albeit dark, it would still bring a sense of peace [the person/s were no longer of this world ] and effect me for the whole day.
Stunning writing.
Stunning writing.
12th Aug 2017 6:34am
Thank you Mag, I appreciate that. I'm happy you were able to take some meaning from this and reminisce. -Void
12th Aug 2017 8:12am
That familiar sadness just below the surface,
the way it slips away before we fully understand.
Maybe on some level, we're meant to watch it go.
A very well written and thought provoking read,
much enjoyed...
the way it slips away before we fully understand.
Maybe on some level, we're meant to watch it go.
A very well written and thought provoking read,
much enjoyed...
Anonymous
27th Aug 2017 12:46pm
no matter how time i stay hidden,
i find myself coming back ..then take
a stroll through your garden of many
paths
time freezes, amazingly
i find myself coming back ..then take
a stroll through your garden of many
paths
time freezes, amazingly
