Saturday 7 January 2012

On a train

it’s only when
another tunnel comes
that darkness falls
and her old face
reflects back in
the window pane
- smiles again.

When foreheads meet,
that moment’s when
she integrates
her eyes and ears,
mouth and nose;
blesses back
her misty angel soul.

2 comments:

  1. Really great!!

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  2. I so love your writing! Just terse enough to speak volumes. You're wonderfully talented!

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