You do it well, like a double counter. Make it seem like you are wishing for something but in fact make the reader wish they were the person you were writing about.
'.. worlds undreamt, listening - to waves, pulses of jellyfish, no way - the wild wild earth could - confine its own nature - then .. .. '
You've somehow urged extraordinary gentleness tin your words, without that urgency there'd be less passion for life - or is it death..the unknown perhaps and the feeling that whatever the future.. there's comfort to be found. Separation is a wretched lack of feeling complete.. to be written about, to feel wanted is both sadness and happiness.. in equal amounts.
Your write beautifully, always the finely paced lines, always the flow of well created phrases and meantime, a heart of molten metal, ever hot, ever ready.
i like the reference to death here....not as something scary, but a comfort...the thought of dying in your arms...falling asleep and the finality of knowing that all of nature is applauding...that i can trust you to be the one who will hold my life in his or her hands...
love the imagery you use...and the short succinct lines...very powerful.
Very moving inagery. I really like this piece. It speaks of reflecting on the words of another. The magic of how letters strung together can affect another is my very favorite thing about writing and it is captured here nicely. Well done!
Hey Circe, this is one helluva beautiful write you have made available here and anyone, who or wherever they might be would be immensely proud to have such words written and or dedicated to them. I know I surely would. All Good Things my fine literary friend, N