Silk memory

Peace, Love and Patchouli

She sits
Waiting for the words
To fall like leaves
In autumn,
She hears his voice
Like a song in her soul,
She waits beside the place
Where love first took flight
Like birds soaring
High above,
Returning glimpse
She holds out her hand
But the distance
They keep.
She waits each day
For the sounds to fill her,
These glimpses of a life
She vaguely recalls,
This is all she knows
As her muse playfully smiles
And flutters about
With butterfly wings
Soft as silk
Dancing here
Then gone again,
Maybe today
Maybe tomorrow
The whims of fancy

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