till we meet again

tendrils of gold light
seep through the slow, earmarked clouds;
Heaven's rhythm is idle.

she lingers somewhere
between daylight and goodbye;
arrivederci, my love.

7 comments:

J.C. Montgomery said...

Michelle...wow. This is so bittersweet yet beautiful, lyrical.

Beatrice V said...

I love the tension in the "lingering" between one extreme and the other. Lovely.

Lirone said...

There are many ways of saying goodbye to a lover - looking at the words I'm not sure why this feels like a sad goodbye, rather than one langourous and grateful for the night past. Was that your intention in writing it, Michelle?

Very beautiful mood, anyway!

Carole said...

I like the way you've placed her somewhere in the natural cycle. 'Heaven's rhythm is idle' is a lovely line.

Sorry that I haven't been round much lately. I'm just catching up on visits.

m said...

oooh, nicely done, I'm picturing her standing about surrounded by sunlight and staring up at the sky, smiling while saying goodbye, it doesn't seem sad to me

one more believer said...

a beautiful moment inbetween... welcome back to writing...

Naquillity said...

Lirone When I was younger I used to see the sun rays shining through the clouds and I always felt that someone had died and gone to Heaven. I hope in some small measure I conveyed this. Thanks to you, JC and Wordcrafter for commenting on my first poem in a while. Hope you're having a nice day.

July 11, 2008 at 1:57 PM