Title: Reverie
Author:
keppiehedPrompt: “hushing”
A/N: Written for Quills. I can't believe I dare to submit poetry.
The soft powder stroke of her skin
wakes you from your flight
the bright strands still falling.
Illumination.
It is here in the gathering dawn
as her memory fades
you rock yourself into fruitless slumber.
Lost.
You know in this hushing time
as you never could in the light
That she is gone, gone
and you alone in dreams.