constant sigh of darkness
i need more
time in the forest,
i recall when i danced in
the creek and the crows
joined in my dance as they
flew overhead singing their strange,
beautiful song as slants of
sunlight fell through the trees;
and i need to feel the joy and laughter
of moments such as these—
life can be heavy
as a stone,
but i need the light whispers
of feathers to dance across
my heart;
because i don't need to know a
constant sigh of darkness.
a love without end
sometimes i wander
into the forest
of me and you,
it is a dangerous place
to wander full of what-if's
and should haves;
but sometimes my feet
carry me there before
my mind can think to
stop me—
eternity without you seems
longer than the slight eternity
i spent with you,
many moons part us;
you were the brightest sun
to dance across my sky waking
in me magic when i thought my
heart had long since dried up of
any dreams—
so sometimes i put my hand
into a place i'm not sure ever existed,
and you take my hand and we dance
like aragorn and arwen;
rosefinch and raven: a love without end.
my pink sunset
in another universe
we're wives,
and you are my sun and
i am your moon;
as we walk through the
forest your rosefinches come
to greet you as my ravens
fly above us and together
the songs of these two birds
creates a rainbow of music
so lovely that no one could deny
the love was true—
here the what-if's and should haves
don't get in the way of you & i,
here i've known you and loved
you longer than all the years i have
come to miss you in this universe;
and i reach my hand out in my dreams
so you can hold me there because sometimes
i need the gentle reassurance of my pink
sunset to get me through.
maybe you'll come
sometimes i wonder
if we look at the same moon
or the same sun or the same sky,
when i wander through the
forest i cannot help but think of the fae
that enchanted my heart so i could
know the music of magic once more;
and i smile thinking of you
even still—
because this love
i had for you
has never died,
and so it doesn't make sense
to bury it;
for every living thing deserves a chance—
so i will let the moonlight of my heart
dance and flutter her pale wings
before you
as an invitation for more adventures,
maybe you'll come.
i reach for your hand
i remember once
when you grabbed my hand,
and i couldn't help but be
giddy;
i had never felt so accepted
and loved in a friendship before—
today i wander the woods
every anthem of green reminding me
of how you once wanted a green
wedding dress,
i wonder if that's still true;
and maybe i shouldn't but in my dreams
i reach for your hand and you still
grab it back—
like we've never missed a beat
since those college days,
and our love flows like a spring that
never dies;
flowers and water pouring over
into eternity even the stars knit into
constellations.
Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose poetry, short stories, articles, and reviews have been published in a myriad of magazines both online and in print. She has twelve published chapbooks: A Mermaid Crashing Into Dawn (Fowlpox Press - June 2013), Less Than A Man (The Camel Saloon - January 2014), If Tomorrow Never Comes (Scars Publications, August 2016), My Wings Were Made to Fly (Flutter Press, September 2017), splintered with terror (Scars Publications, January 2018), More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019), the samurai (Yellow Arrowing Publishing, October 2020), Follow the Black Raven (Alien Buddha Publishing, July 2021), Unleashing the Archers (Guerilla Genesis Press, August 2021), Hecate's Child (Alien Buddha Publishing, November 2021) fat & pretty (Dancing Girl Press, June 2022), and Searching Stained Glass Windows For An Answer (Alien Buddha Publishing, December 2022). She has three novellas and four full length poetry collections. Her debut book of photography Songs of the Creek (Alien Buddha Publishing, April 2023) was published in spring of 2023.
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