You had winter eyes, silver grey and not a day
would pass that I would try to be beautiful to you,
curling my finger into your palm, breathing that
sweet breath, mapping the fragile veins, hoping
that they would lead to a path we would travel,
not to know, never to know, your route was planned,
no crumbs, just the hum in the backdrop of a life,
too lived, not long enough, you had age in your stare,
aquatic dreams, that too long on this dry and arid earth,
was never yours to contemplate, you impatiently
fought and I was caught into knowing my beauty
would never be realised and the surprise that on
a cold wet day, we would take you where
I would never go, you in my heart, a finger print
on the cartology of me, I felt battered by the winds,
no one sang but a humming was in the air, I brushed
silver back into the stars and the grey was in the sea,
that reflected clouds and aloud I said, goodbye.
I miss the morning of your life and the evensong of mine.

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Written on 2013-11-02 at 16:52

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Absolutely beautiful.

This is beautiful Elle, I too can put someone I knew in the frame and I also feel that calm and reverence. I loved the lines "I brushed silver back into the stars and the grey was in the sea."

Elegy has always been difficult for me, both mine to write and that of others to relate to, being by its nature intensely personal, revealing more of myself than I care to, or more of someone else whose words ask more care of me than I have to give. But this makes me care, and even though it is yours I found someone from my own life in it. I thank you for giving that someone a voice I've not had the art to give her.

I read so many poems in hope of finding one like this, one that leaves me quiet and at a loss for words in appreciation.

This is lovely ...great use of vocab and ideas which all come together so tenderly...I get so lost in ur words and it feels divine:)