Sitting still cloaked in a
dewy mist covering her
body as a safety net of
tiny droplets settling on
each tiny hair, on the
lashes of her eyes
Listening intently trying to
hear sounds…of what, of
anything beyond her
soft breathing captured,
held within the mist, let
go in heart beats
Timeless memories to
tinder igniting emblazoned
parodies of countless
choices left as discarded
remnants scattered beyond
hands clasped tightly
Sitting still the mist begins
dissipating, embarking to
distant places, unknown
others, abandoning her
efforts to become invisible
within its’ embrace
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
This is an older post but thought to put it here for dVerse.
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