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The Winter The stars began to fall from the sky
He could tell, with eyes closed
these Inscrutable Beings....
Called "People"
Had mythological, widely learned
Distance between themselves.
Special, in ways...
They were reluctant to discuss.
Weather....he was lonely?
He wasn't.
He had Books
He was a Student, and he Learned.
A Garden...planted with
purple flowers and
Web-like blossoms that Extracted moisture
from Thin Air.
His sleepy peace came to an end
The day the woman arrived.
She moved slowly, and
he didn't want to be seen.
Aware of the break in Her....
She had innocently paused...
she said "Nothing".... and
he held himself very still.
Something he was good at.
Aware of the break... of the Rhythm in Her.
She said "Nothing"
He hid himself from the quiet
in a pool of Memory and Thought
Thoughts turned to abstract Matters
There was always talk of Time and Stars
The Universe itself was being
taken apart... and reassembled.
Indifferent to his presence
He studied her face... her eyes
Bright and Liquid.
No one wanted to give away any
Secrets.
She respected his silences... The Questions
she asked
Seldom intrusive...
And always... Aware, of what Was
Unspoken... between them.
And so I held her again... and
thought back to When....
and might have been....
How I always give in
They took pictures of Light
For the first time recently, in both
Wave and Particle Form
And we go on doing amazing things
Our souls so weathered and worn, I hope you know
"I'm perfectly satisfied with you.....in all
The ways you are..."
This is a very beautiful
This is a very beautiful poem, and creates a whole universe around itself.
J-Called
U R the oldest poet on POS Poems.
R u still writing? Interesting poem. ~Stella Crews