I don't know where you are by scott from jail

There, like a small something dark perhaps, like shadow like a floating something in the air or wind fragrance of some forgotten thing, a scent of oil from a place no longer permitted a church perhaps or an incense of some thoughtless moment bordering sacredness by a fringy sort of light perhaps, of something waiving at me with wide hands framing beauty, smiling girls of freedom not the aging that they live on into but the slim, trance-like dance of eternity they are party to, that place, that aroma of a young day parting the night in golden shots of light heavenward and I, to this day, contrived it seems between two bricks time and no time, trudging slightly and without reason, pause, upon a vow of silence like a monk, taken with the wind coming over a cliff bearing the sea and so, ending the day, leaving it a bit here, there something, somewhere ended quietly you are there too, next to the moon as I frame you next to her, next to the shimmering night we will wait there some more. ~ Copyright © 2013 - scott from jail Published: 3/21/13   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem