Shaded by the trees
the Sun too grows dark.
Held in my palms
it turns moist.
The body whispers.
The aging bones, like crusted leaves
Bemoan the stars on horizon.
Torn apart from earth’s skull
They ask her, why must we shine on you?
The Moon blushes in reflection.
My heels soak the salt
disowned
by
the Sea
seeking its nirvana
as it caresses
my toes.
On a distant island
You stand.
A wrinkled silhouette,
the colours of night
fill the crevices of your body.
I stretch my hands
to capture the sound
floating around you.
Your death pursues my passion
and waters my ashes.
I stand on the cliff.
The world beneath
With parted lips
writes an obituary
And the newsprint,
crumpled with your name
piles our time
By my bedside
And I locate you
Your flesh in my palms
Your touch in the sea
Your smell in the wind
Your death in my breath….
The stars continue to shine
the graveyard
on the island…
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