L'aura del Campo

Hiraeth (Zmitri)

Hiraeth

Arooooo...
Moons shown
as my shadow slunk
below dark clouds
slipped into a crack.
Arooooo...
I fled to cover ears and heart
Arooooo...
echoes from afar
sought to disrupt my thoughts.
Unlocked, they spilled spent moss, old bones,
landed like a feather upon uncaring stone.
Alone, I counted backwards from two million
memories of what I'd done,
for what I must atone:
that time I ignored your smile,
confusing love with lust,
that time I bruised your equanimity,
abused your sanity,
rejected your sanguine touch.
Such was my stupidity,
my fluidity congealing like spent blood.
Now I long to take back those moments.
Now I see you silhouetted by a moon.
steadfast as a rock,
howling for me to mend my ways,
wend my way.
Come back...
Aroooo...
Come back.

© Kåre Enga [14.novembre.2016]

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