The Spaces Between SecondsA Poem by Maureen V. HanoverI think of you in the spaces between seconds/And when the night bleeds into day....
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.
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Added on August 15, 2020 Last Updated on August 15, 2020 AuthorMaureen V. HanoverMIAboutRelatable teenager who has a spiritual connection with rhinos on multiple levels. more..Writing
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