After Glow by mindgallery
I saw you from the bedroom window
beneath a blanket of
dreams
dressed in an iridescent night shirt
but, covered under years of
sorrow
in the morning you watched
the swans land softly
on the lake
because water is
so still at
times
and when you smiled
there were
stars
in your
eyes
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Her Two Cents
dreams
covered under years of
morning
water is
there
in your eyes
That’s an odd one, isn’t it? The way it has one looking in, and imagining years of sorrow.
I liked the wordplay, moving from sorrow to morning/mourning, which you seemed to catch as well. The poem from that point on is lovely.
Thank you.