Saturday, May 26, 2018

Emptiness/Presence -- 55

Emptiness/Presence

The container empty
The last drop consumed  
The echo of footsteps in the hall   
You lie cold beneath the sheet 
Like an ice cube on hot pavement   
Your memory appears  
You point to my heart 
And then to your own  
“I am you, and you are me”  
The words fill my heart  

May 26, 2018



2 comments:

hedgewitch said...

The underlying simplicity of this adds to its voice of truth, and the reality of what makes up our lives, as well as the strength that memory can have for us. A beautiful 55, annell--thank you so much for playing.

grapeling said...

gentle and pure ~

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