Velvet

Velvet

I, red velvet dress,
stand knowing on the grass
That seas have parted
Only at the echo
Of your words.
Your lips spill ink
I keep to write with,
The swirl of letters, slower than the turn of hours in our grasp.
the birds have sunk themselves
Into the sunset
Like smudged graphite
On this page,
Only to rise again, again,
Some other place
Where unknown eyes might watch them moving.

I hold tomorrow,
Inspecting it over and over.
My magnifying glass beguiled
By this curious beetle,
Its inquisitive clicking,
Its impenetrable shell
Bright with colours
I can’t name,
It buzzes, wings open briefly,
As it considers me.
I would catch it in a jar
To keep it safe,
If not for how it begs me for its freedom.

I, barefoot and sleeping
On the grass that stands
Sequoia to the ants.
breathing the air
You left behind,
Have questions only time will answer,
Have fears that may be nothing more
Than shadows growing tall at noon
Have dreams that keep me here
To notice,
To take hope in my arms
And soothe it,
To honour all that is, and may still be.
I, here for one bright flicker
Of a long star’s gaze
float beside the soft gowns of the dandelion seeds, 
out over the water,
To seek and find.
The new sun
Falling out of love with winter
As it bathes me in its light.

The trees keep whispering
Of peace,
Of the books they never were,
Their leaves still leaves without our stories,
While I, my red velvet dress falling away,
Am swallowed whole
By the beauty of this world.

To A Sister

To A Sister

A Bathroom Sink Drama

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