Unknown the Verse
Final or vain

Why do I linger now, is there a breeze unfolding your last words or the night, can it be daytime once again to run at sea, meet wind the voice of one dream or the next sunrise?
I wish, I know, I stop, beckoning spirit to come closer are you among the leaves can I belong in breath of starlight?
Am I still here in the mirror unwrapping sand tide from your smile, undoing all the hurt? Hold hands with memories they can’t deceive your soul, night will turn warm, sun rays will dare touch doorstep and closed lashes.
Let them come in they know you from before, they still remember songs and dreams. Keepers of scarves lost in the wind, they bring you back your own enchanted steps among wildflowers.
© 2022 Amy Christie
