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Holding a Lifetime
In those days the air was combustible, ions churning, light fragmenting into auroras that blazed through night’s boundless sky, laughter sweet, gentle like soft blossom petals falling.
Now I dream of your touch, fingertips caressing in some careless certainty of endless days, sultry sun-swathed afternoons, nights of wine and passion. The memory of dancing, bodies melding, hands clasped, eyes closed, hearing the melody, feeling your heartbeat. Lips, a butterfly dance of trembling kisses.
The music has abandoned me. Fingertips stretching, my wrinkled hand splays, gnarled, outward then fists. I exist, infinitely alone, ears yearning for one more whispery tune.
Sascha Darlington 2/2/2018
5 thoughts on “Holding a Lifetime”
Wow Sascha this is so lyrical and beautiful. Such a wonderful smooth flow – I am in awe.
Thank you! 🙂
Such a sad image of a fading life, tenderly drawn.
Thanks, Iain! 🙂