the sliver of her memory , original version


as her braids grew
waist long
touching her compass
misguiding the map
he was still looking for her

in the dark river
where she held her breath
through every season

he had built a nest

for her return
was to be
from this murky water
dressed in the same lavender age
she wore in the last kiss

he would never leave her
to their prayers
and if she enters waters banned
he would still wait
until the sliver of her memory
would once again breathe
his name




Diary by Lourdes
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Written on 2006-07-21 at 20:03

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daughters of cinder_daughters of powder
by Lourdes