A Scrap of Linen

Autumn walks the hills
again
And I miss you
like the Sun in an Ocean of Darkness
Like the only candle in the Universe
flickering in the Dark
I miss you

I left my door open one time too many
And the wind came right in
You whirled around the room
like a white lily
like a handkerchief
Like and angel being pulled backward
into the future

You were blown out
a plastic bag
a scrap of linen
A candle

You whirled around the room
and you were gone

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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