Flickers
written by: Dr. MOLLY JOSEPH
Two leaves fell
from a wet
drooping branch
when we left
parting ways
Like two fleets of
clouds we floated free
till the rainbow hued
firmament faded.
Two rivers on flow
we separate our ways
only the glazing
lids of dried up rocks
stand as witness.
What shall I give
as something to remember,
except the word “remember”
or another word, “meet”
somewhere, sometime…
a term borrowed
from future, so vague..
fleeting shadows we were,
with no forms,
dancing blissful
while the moving light
played hide and seek
for what is love
a myth we build
with words, moods
that vary and shift
on life’s porous edge,
a bright brittle box
that breaks
on random knocks…
pale like the day that spreads
our dreams do fade
But let not it trot,
our love, lame, over those
valleys so deep…
for eyes though moist
refuse to part
with memories
that flicker, across
times, difficult to trace…
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