Night

photo by Wolfgang Stearns
photo by Wolfgang Stearns

I will meet you there, in a dream forest of jade and obsidian alcoves, in the dawning dusk at the platform by the stilled waters. I will meet you in a hushed whisper and a silent embrace. And I will pretend the soft breeze is your mighty hand caressing tired shoulders and blowing my hair and my fear away from my aging face.

24 thoughts on “Night”

  1. The imagery and thoughts so provoking and rolling rhythm so sweet. I read it as someone who never does meet the other, but is left only with the beauty of that which is there as a reminder of the other.

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    1. Thank you so much Amy. Someone asked me the other day what kind of writing I did on my blog and it was right after I had posted three incomplete sentences and some other misfires, so I wasn’t exactly sure how to explain what I write except to say that I just string some words together and sometimes they work and sometimes they don’t.

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  2. Omygosh Sylvia this is simply so beautiful.
    “And I will pretend the soft breeze is your mighty hand caressing tired shoulders and blowing my hair and my fear away from my aging face.”

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