Image for the poem Abeyant


beneath the shaded underside
of a sweet bone-white moon  
when the dusk hour said for a
brief period you were mine

my soul stirred once more
from its nighttime slumber
and like the voice of soft water
I could hear the angels sing

the glow of love had been
exhumed from the darkness
soft birdsong was a lullaby
as joy surrendered to echoes

until sorrow’s petals opened
the mist of absence roused
and now I am left in the
ensuing silence to drown
Written by Poetic_Quill (Mister Write)
Author's Note
Dank etoliated existence
swinging depths
pale fluttered resistance
multiple deaths
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