The sallow floor-bed
sighed under my bare feet
as I followed the shadows
hiding the grey skies –
so within my reach,
yet not.
He reaches the clearing
where I stood with eyes closed,
hugging myself. He holds me
yet I feel the distant calls
of love , longing and the world fades.
This poem is inspired from a photo post by Eclipse.
(Inspired from this post)
She walks holding his hand, he – the child of the dark. she knows he is getting used to her shadow entangled with his dark aura. he likes the warm glow she has he tells her. she says its only when she is with him but he just nods. Together they walk thus, holding hands. Their souls walk a step behind, arms linked , her head resting on his shoulder. they look back at the scene, laugh in the eyes, and walk into a new dawn.
<musings of a healing soul and a warrior of words>