(A Sestina)
By: Gracela // Ladymoonbeam
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Inside the room there hums a silence
my hands tremble, tugging at an invisible thread
you flicker away vanishing like a broken mirror
yet i chase your pulse through the storm
as if devotion could collapse the distance
as if longing alone could keep the flame. -
Your mind scatters sparks leaping from the flame
leaving me with unanswered silence.
I measure love by the ache of distance
by how much i bleed through the thread.
I beg for shelter, but you carry your storm
and i drown inside the shards of your mirror. -
You say i smother, yet in the mirror
I see only a woman feeding the flame
fighting the static roar of the storm
praying against the weight of silence.
My heart is stitched by a fraying thread
that trembles across the void of distance. -
Still, devotion bends its knees to distance.
We become fragments inside the mirror
a boy unraveling, pulling every thread
a girl shaking, clutching at the flame.
Both too weary, begging for silence
yet haunted by thunder of the storm. -
Some nights your voice softens the storm
collapsing every wall built by distance.
In your arms i do not fear silence
nor the fractured truth inside the mirror.
Your laughter rekindles the flame
your hands tighten the loosening thread. -
But mornings return again the thread
snaps under the howl of the storm.
I cradle the ash of a dying flame
fingers raw from clawing through distance.
Even in your eyes, the cracked mirror
I see love whisper beneath silence.
Envoi :
So let the silence weave its thread
the mirror shine beyond the storm
for distance will bow before our flame.
