Lyrical Sunday: Black

It's been a week of too much thinking, too much acting and too much dreaming. This came together yesterday - quickly.

tarnished

silver tipped waves etch charcoal lines on moonlit sand

night-blackened swells swirl around her hips

silver tipped tears smudge mascara lines on moonlit skin

the time had come to let go

she opens her palm and watches them fall,

precious memories to her, once,

now, merely tarnished gold,

into the black ocean

into all that has passed before
now treasures to be found by others 
and the memories will be the fictitious limning of minds not hers.


LJ