Monday, 3 August 2015

When I Lack You

Clytemnestra Aa (c) 
August 3 2015 

The sun never abandons slumber
The moon weeps stars crumbling
Haphazardly onto nameless lands
Flowers mourn their late odour
Rainbows' hues wane into blankness
Fruits lament dearth of fleshiness
Words are widowed 
Sentences chase meaning in alleys leading to you
and am bribing the wind to hasten thy pace.
till we run across each other.
Don't say a word. 
just let conspiring wind conjure rain 
And I will seek shelter in your arms!

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