My Lovers Gone

There is a story,
it is my own
It fills all the spaces and lines
that lead in and around
the deepest and most shallow
– like a wading pool, or sandbar – water up to my knees
floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness
– all part of my mind
Energy free form soaring, bounding rhetoric
leaving an indiscriminate mark of solace
etched in a monogram of initials
– for all of those I have loved
Freeing words trickle out ever so slowly,
with no sense of urgency
but, as a delicate pearl of wisdom
flowing freedom with the knowing
of an ocean bed, comfort in its path
More than okay with its journey – and its destination
Carving a path that will change with each season,
with each tide pulled by the moon light, beckoning
like my lovers gone and I will continue on and on…

– floating sensation into the abyss of joyfulness…
like my lovers gone, and I will continue on and on

© 2015 TrilbyYates

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