Wednesday, 27 April 2011

NaPoWriMo 27/30

Per aspera ad astra

Her hand in his
felt like silver sand in a timer
ever slipping away
the firmer he grasped.

She said he clutched words
as if they were happiness
to his chest while she drowned
 in liquid silence.

With only nature for a soundtrack
they melted together by the river
until frosted moonlight
took bites from their flesh.

She placed a kiss in his palm
for later as she always did
before pointing her
conflicted feet home.

He laid back, trying to be one with the world.
Too late he found his words
and spoke away all his happiness
to the stars.

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