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You came to me in a dream last night.
Ghostly and dark, you were dressed in flowing white.
Your hair hung long. Your eyes were light. You stood near
and spoke in a whisper that I could not hear.
Together we walked through the desolate rooms
of a strange house, where faint perfumes
spiked the air. Outside, the wind blew wild.
You stopped at the door. Then you turned and smiled
and gave me your hand. I saw your beating heart
within your neck, azure veins like intricate art.
“It’s time for me to go away,” you said.
I awoke sweating on my iron bed.II
Alone in your car at a red traffic light
you catch sight
of a willowy woman walking in the sudden gust
of wind: one leg bent, glistening teeth,
shielding her eyes against the dust,
black skirt beneath which her black stockings show
the flashing glow
of her alabaster skin beneath.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
Why does this sadden yet simultaneously endear?
And what’s to become of a love you
now know was only ever partly true?
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So dark and haunting. Perfect timing for stirring the imagination for this mysterious time of year.
Ophelia, my dear, I’d give you violets, but they withered all when my father died.
Thank you for reading and for dropping by.
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