Wild oat rested in her behind the endless black of wrinkled eyelids in a captivating scent. She reached for him, the warm silence in her a premonition of peace. Scent was a lure, and she opened her mind, seeing the bitumen of night sky. She wondered how far away he was, and if he would walk by stars. A presence brushed her, making her soul breathe. Her silver bands were as warm as perpetual prayer on wrinkled hand and as bright as the halo of the moon. She opened her eyes in a dream of endless white, their souls meeting.
Pamela Kennedy
2/4/2021 08:19:54 am
Ethereal and romantic...nicely done, Adele.
Jennifer Duncan
2/4/2021 01:59:01 pm
Very poetic. Well done.
Sue Clayton
3/4/2021 05:09:15 am
Expressive and poignant.
Mary Wallace
3/4/2021 03:15:00 pm
Loved the line "if he would walk by stars". Lovely piece of writing. Comments are closed.
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