"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Friday, November 13, 2015

RESTING IN PEACE WITH YOU

When I gave in to sleep,
And dreams, last night,
I had not expected
To rest with you;
And yet you were there,
Head on my shoulder,
Us, cuddled up,
Your hair black, almost blue.
You were not the young woman
I once knew -
Rages of age
Around your dark brown eyes,
Circles of sad defeat
That begged kisses -
And yet your beauty could still shock,
Surprise.
First I was shy,
Wishing for a disguise,
Much as I'd been back then
In paradise,
Then I heard your confession
From your mouth,
Your voice no longer laughing,
But so wise.
Then, ecstatic, I woke,
Reached out for you,
But you are in your grave,
And I am too.

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