Dellymari's Blog

I miss her—

She escaped quietly—a shadow in the shade.

Light blues, frolicsome pinks, yellow-mood,

turned,

painful-ash-bones without a song of their own.

Delicately, and distant, dancing-treble-keys,

the sound of her heart infused in my memory.

Summer-air-breezes, youthful hope, catch courageous dreams.

A finely curved silhouette, through the corner of my eye an awakening,

She is there, frangipani-white-flowers, adrift, yesterday’s easier spirit.

Oh, the distance we have traveled on empty…

I want to capture the powerful freedom in her,

like a butterfly does feminine nectar,

conquer the darkness, implore her—

don’t give-in to fear and wither.

If you dare—

Let me disappear with you, jump inside,

and kiss you on the mouth!

Resuscitate life in her soul,

and like a storm approaching, remind her of me.

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