I Carry Your Shards

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Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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In the spread of heavens
in the whispering night
I see your wings
I see your cloak of breath
I see you
bound in memories of sun
of heat and red
while all beneath you
sleeps inky
black and blue.

In dreams, I've found you
I've taken your hand
I've flown with you

In sleep,
I've held you,
I've spent ages
faithfully unfolding the ringlets
of your banner black hair

In life, I've touched you
So many times I've touched you
but it's never been you
never really been you
only been illusions, shadows of you

The coffin sealing my wings
is scratched and waxy
nearing its autumn days.

I'm taking chains
to haul, to bind
I'm closing my eyes

I'm kissing away
Everything you were to me

I'm starving
for the want of you.

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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.


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