The Spaces Between Seconds

The Spaces Between Seconds

A Poem by Maureen V. Hanover
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I think of you in the spaces between seconds/And when the night bleeds into day....

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I think of you in the spaces between seconds
And when the night bleeds into day;
At the source of every glowing ember.
I sit in the palm of your hand
And wrap myself in your voice;
The wind whistles sweetly,
Carrying a tune so perfect and clear,
Lifting the fallen leaves into a swirling amber song.
A glistening pearl imperfect,
Still beautiful as it sines;
When behold with it's parentage, what competes?
The iridescent mother cured it so;
Nothing but all that is wickedly concealed away;
It suddenly becomes its glory.
A crimson bloom beside the bay,
Frozen over in a case of glass;
The tree stands tall as the sun shines,
Freezing quaking leaves.
Proud of the strong roots;
Kindly bearing silver apples;
A brittle bark shields from the storm
And assists the child in harvesting the fruit,
Who sells the silver of a little gift;
Not much, but just enough.
And later as the summer burns,
Yellow and crumbling;
Faded letters on wrinkled parchment,
Shown to the light, forgotten for years
On a wall in some old home;
Reminiscent of tulip petals
In some sprinkled dewey grass;
Forever merry spring
Until they're all dead and dying.

© 2020 Maureen V. Hanover


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