While she is away
August 22, 2012 § 3 Comments
I dream all the way through August, like a spore trapped, floating through cylindrical shafts of the sun’s rays, as my life edges dreamily towards winter nights.
As Summer draws to a close, the days flutter by with me barely having perceived them. I live through fleeting moments as if they were still-shots of a warm, effervescent dream.
If I could record only a single detail, one thing that captures everything about her, it would be how she touches everything, dressing and decorating men to bear a winter of solitude that, in the midst of her absence, only the brightest of souls will endure. With a sweep of her dress, she sprinkles a confetti of stars across a void that swallows one hundred days, and once she has sunk behind her velvet veil, in my lonely hour, I sit plucking her gifts from the sky.