Nebula

falling

Somewhere, amidst the shattered crystal silence of daybreak. . .
I find you
the dusty silhouette of a life
resting on a shelf in my mind that’s sadly gathering dust,
the gentle flutter of wings sets the shadows free
and
I watch as you dance among the countless stars, set deep in the face of a forever-winter sky

a whisper; but a sotto-voce prayer moves me through a time and space where I realize I have lost you all over again
A transient streak of starlight falls into the invisible arms of the waiting horizon
and I look to the east, my heart finally believing in the goodbyes and the time stained no mores
and I begin to understand why
He chose you
to shine
so soon…

Just some thoughts regarding the past . . .
Please don’t ask, it’s way too deep.

~m

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10 thoughts on “Nebula

  1. no one can snake their way into a heart the way you can. no explanations needed – it’s clearly too personal to ask. but the orbit around your thoughts was a lovely ride. thank you my dear friend.
    Annie

    Lord knows, I try.
    Thanks Annie.
    ~m

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  2. What a beautiful and touching write. I do understand how personal this is for you, but it brings out many feelings for me as well. Thank you.

    Jennifer

    Maybe that’s what poetry is all about. . .
    Thanks, Jen.
    ~m

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  3. Michael, the way you take a memory and make it something very real for the reader is why you are a writer. We don’t need to know what your writing about, you make us search our own memories…thankyou.
    Kelly

    Not sure what to say here except ‘thank you’. . .
    ~m

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  4. you have a way of taking (what, on the surface, appears to be ) the simplest thing and turning it into something so beautiful that it gives me goose bumps….this is just wonderful….

    I’m all about the goosebumps, Mum.
    I really enjoyed writing this short post.
    As I said, it’s a deep one but I think I did it some justice which was enough for me.
    So many hits on this post but only 4 comments…
    People must think I bite. 😉
    ~m

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  5. i used to think so…i was coming here for months before i’d leave a comment…nowadays i just bite back 😆
    and it’s always hard to comment on something that’s deep and personal…or maybe you just have lots of people lurking like i used to?

    Lurkers…arggggh.
    Maybe.
    ~m

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  6. It’s odd how sometimes the saddest, most heart wrenching things can also be so beautiful.

    -Kelsey

    It’s all in how we choose to look at it, yes?
    Perception and interpretation are curious bedfellows.
    Thanks for the comment, Kelsey…
    ~m

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  7. Wish I knew more as your lines leave me somewhat stranded in your universe. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good place to be and your lines do carry……. it’s just there is a heaviness that begs the question ‘why’. And Fuzz is right, it’s what I see in many other a great poet.

    Maybe it’s the seeds of mystery surrounding this post that make it what it is.
    It came from a deep place that no one will ever know about.
    Writers need to have such a place, yes?
    Thanks for the wonderful comment, SP.
    I blush at the actual thought of *poet*.
    You? Yes.
    Me? Nahhhh…
    ~m

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