Poetry

Evanescence

The pale leaf floats between layers

Of still warm and cooled air

My breath dangles suspended

To the tenuous thread of eternity.

Like a fateful blade,

The official sentence,

Known only from my heart,

Awaits promulgation,

Indifferent.

Like absent-minded whispers,

Seasons come to pass in shallow dreams.

I, cheating reader, snuggled

From the blizzard near a cozy fire,

Stole a few summer words

From the end of the book.

Knowing of the epilogued pain,

I refuse to read more of the unwritten pages.

Like a shadow on a deserted road,

I extend and slip, fading,

My flesh shell failing,

Remaining only by spirit and soul.