Sun

Like a whisper, 

she fell from his lips 

and before he could wipe

 the dust of her off 

the edge of his sword–

she arose 

like a sigh,

like a third day rose…

trading swords

for sunbeams

blooming on dew

 

 

6 comments

  1. Wow! This is stunning. I love the allusion to the resurrection in that third day rose. The opening lines are breathtaking and the rest of this piece speaks to the soul.

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