how shall I die tonight
how shall I die tonight
in this bountiful place
where all eyes remain
unfocused and fixed
on the light beyond
the second horizon
there is contagion
in the unspoken word
spread across lifetimes
where opposites attract
and darkness seeks
the faintest of light
how shall I die tonight
embraced in your arms
your sustaining words
like a whispering stream
meandering toward
something much quieter
february two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
This is one of my favorites of yours. It sounds like something Sylvia Plath could have written.
Thank you so much, Shawna.
Beautiful!
Thank you very much.
Beautiful writing. 🙂
Thank you so much.
So beautiful!
Thank you so much!
you did it to me again!
“where all eyes remain
unfocused and fixed”
“there is contagion
in the unspoken word”
sigh…thank you for sharing your words with me
So happy you enjoyed this one, Melanie. Thank-you!
wow!
Thank you, Margaret!