Been a frenzied few days between when I last
remembered how it was and the hollow, empty
feeling that swallows me now. Something is
missing, something unique is gone. And yet
it was a wedding long planned for – a fabled
joining. The magnanimity of greetings, the song,
the genuine tears held scarcely in a ceremony of
simple beauty – filled with such overtures of meaning
that this sudden, un-peopled and music less sphere
damns my hearing. I am smashed to the ground in the
silence, I am destroyed and alone, I pace places that the
feet danced and still hear their calls.
© 10 April 2007, I.D. Carswell
remembered how it was and the hollow, empty
feeling that swallows me now. Something is
missing, something unique is gone. And yet
it was a wedding long planned for – a fabled
joining. The magnanimity of greetings, the song,
the genuine tears held scarcely in a ceremony of
simple beauty – filled with such overtures of meaning
that this sudden, un-peopled and music less sphere
damns my hearing. I am smashed to the ground in the
silence, I am destroyed and alone, I pace places that the
feet danced and still hear their calls.
© 10 April 2007, I.D. Carswell
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