winds, chilled and laden
bring darkened spirits to her heart heavy
with a plucked feather
down among the fallen cones pining for a better living light
her stomach aches with undone love as her soul’s ship mate slips away
on music carried away
in the greening valley
thick with mist
and swirling leaves
hiding out in the laurel tree, squirrels speak a foreign language now where once she laughed along with their chattering joy and goings on about this and that
no longer finding sanctuary in any place where times were once safe havens and harbors snug now abandoned with heavy holes where her heart once was filled and unfettered weeping tenderly
as her soul aches for that which was found
once upon a time
after a fairytale centuries’ search
then lost in thick air
like a blown out match.
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