Rivulets of sorrow meandering
down tear-stained skin. “Keep her comfortable
until it’s time.” Simple words-
of eternal reminder within.
Guiding her through the threshold
into the chill, shudders
of realization emerge. You survey
the molting trees, their arid leaves embellishing her hair like fragments of woven rhinestones. As if they weep for her. As if even the ambiances of ages past are beseeching
her not to leave.
Soon arrives the Foehn, holding you within its warm embrace. Its breaths, whispering lines of truth, sculpt a bittersweet tune as they herald the evening’s arrival. You understand.
Cloaked by lyrics of singing ivy, her expression calms, your fears dissolve. Consoled by a draft possessive, you cradle her through the darkness and follow her toward the seraph’s call into the fold of midnight slumber.
Flames softening a heart of stone fading away each zealous stream. A spirit dulled through nights of black blossoms stars from a faerie dream. A soul once dampened by frigid tears warmed by a love now found. Mangled wings bound by the sun now airily flitter upon the clouds.
Drifting through the sands of time, celestial burning suffuse the night. The sweetness of the morning dew caress my heart with wondrous light. Your grace, beauty, and wisdom great have seized my heart in awe unbound, The earth, now below us, faint- how sublime it is, this love we’ve found.
A few words by Shakespeare which speak more truthfully than any piece I could write at the moment…
The flaming sighs that boil within my breast Sometime break forth; and they can well declare The heart’s unrest, and how that it doth fare, The pain thereof, the grief, and all the rest. The watered eye, from whence the tears do fall, Do feel some force or else they would be dry…
Some people call this a hospital. I like to call this a place of my P’s. A hidden treasure
in a downtown peach orchard where all my P’s roam. But don’t panic. Let’s pause.
This is the place where physicians palpate, pain is palliated, and papillae are poked.
Patients are pacified, parking is pitiful, penlights are peddled, and parolees panto.
But me? I just call this home.
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