where horizon ends
bulky clouds still dwell in frozen stillness
yet passion’s secret winds
cradle an orphaned one.
and i can feel the blizzard.
how
she sleepwalks
to be awakened
with dark tempest love
somewhere
between the earth and the fire of stars.
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*yelena, 2012*
I love the space in the end. I think SO MANY THINGS need more quite and space in the. It helps the listener or reader reflect don’t you think?
I love the passion in this. Gorgeous Yelena…
thank you so much Jennifer~
Did you edit this one? (It’s a bit tedious to search for a certain post on your blog, so I couldn’t compare it.)
I love the tension between the opposites: fire and ice, earth and sky, stillness and tempest.
yes dear friend, i edited the second line, ‘frozen stillness’ instead of ‘stillness of September’. thank you
Nicely balanced. Perfect close.