grace anew

in time, the motion linear,

where now forever is being,

the other thread pulled from my head

unravels in mist and film,

saying, "my friend, rest here.

there is no lag beyond this state.

we tongues have fruit and taste as much".

in memories fading quick

i reach into an envelope and read

a letter that i never sent

to a friend i loved richly,

but its words are old and frail now

i'm sure she must somehow know,

but i fold the terms between the lines

and move an inch or two.

the space is drying,

i'm levitating

and waiting for grace anew.

Reviews

[Chris]

unspoken words
cross the years
and as the inks fade
and the minds age
the memories ...pass
into falling stars
new lovers wish upon...

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

I'm levitating in joy reading this wonderful write...Magical to say the least...:)............