Somewhere between the fascination waning
in an ageing moon and stages of awareness
this was more a stasis than an ending, you cast
your inhibitions in the winds of change. Selfless
affectation thus undressed – verdant beauty
rarely seen so bare, fragility with strength
imbued wherein a tenderness belies the sinews
stressed, desires expressed in thoughts arraigned.
Yes, we fell in love again – a luminosity that grew
beyond the narrow bed, the rumpled sheets and
fine caress; a gentleness where soundless words
were never said. An aching age away I dream the
soundless scream of lost appeal – hear the silent
bell resound, feel emptiness of nothing said.
© 28 December 2007, I. D. Carswell
in an ageing moon and stages of awareness
this was more a stasis than an ending, you cast
your inhibitions in the winds of change. Selfless
affectation thus undressed – verdant beauty
rarely seen so bare, fragility with strength
imbued wherein a tenderness belies the sinews
stressed, desires expressed in thoughts arraigned.
Yes, we fell in love again – a luminosity that grew
beyond the narrow bed, the rumpled sheets and
fine caress; a gentleness where soundless words
were never said. An aching age away I dream the
soundless scream of lost appeal – hear the silent
bell resound, feel emptiness of nothing said.
© 28 December 2007, I. D. Carswell
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