Thursday, October 13, 2022

Savoir-faire

I died quietly watching the moon

Through the River’s wet veil

Feeling no longer warm nor cold

Sinking back into the nothing of One

Below the roots of the bridge

Long after I was never recovered

The Fugitives of Light pulled my body 

Into the Boat of All My Dreams

Lovingly wrapped me in silk thread

Where I hung under the Rainbow 

Peacefully gone until I found my wings