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114. Blanket for dreaming

Weave me a blanket,
Heavy and thick,
And lay it over me as I sleep;
Let it protect my dreams from the burden of loss.

A bell tolls far away in the darkened distance.

I keep my eyes shut,
And refuse to surrender to the shattering of hope.

Somewhere, someone’s heart is breaking.

©Brindology 2016

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103. Broken promises

Your voice filled my mind today. 
Your voice from so very long ago. 
Your voice that once spoke to my heart. 
Your voice that used to say how much you loved me. 

If we met now, would we recognise each other? 
Or would we keep walking past and away without a sorry glimpse into our history? 

Your hair must be grey now. 
There must be wrinkles running deep into your handsome face. 
There must be remnants of that love you once had for me buried somewhere in your heart. 
That love, before it turned into hate. 
That love, before it became someone else’s. 

I can’t say I still love you.
I know, I promised. 
But you broke your promise, too. 

I want to put out the light. 
I want to close my eyes and forget you. 
I want to be sure my heart doesn’t love you anymore. 

©Brindology 2016

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98. Yesterday 

There’s a soft breeze blowing this evening,
And it lifts your brown eyes from your book to steal a glance at me.

The way you look at me gives me a thrill.

I act unperturbed,
Barely concealing the quickening blush that kisses my cheeks.
Dare I forget the smile on your lips?

I hear the leaves fall. 
I see a shadow fall over the sun.
I sense your footsteps beckoning.

This momentary shyness fades.
You’re just a stranger amongst the trees. 
I hum a broken tune but you interrupt me. 
I look up, startled at the familiarity of your voice.

How long has it been?
I failed to recognise the curl in your hair,
The way your hands held a book,
The storm you always brewed in my heart.
Hadn’t I changed enough?

How long did you sit there,
Knowing who I was?

Your words don’t register,
I only hear your voice.
I smile an old smile. 

And just as quickly as you walked over,
You now walk away;
I stop myself from calling out your name. 
I see you fade into the distance and my smile disappears, disappointed.

My tea is cold. 
The sun begins to set,
It is time for her rest.
I gather my things –
Thoughts and book and purse.

Someone comes quietly to sit beside me. 
I smile my old smile, again. 

©Brindology & Arun Rosiah 2016
Original image by Arun Rosiah

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87. Footsteps near the dying 

Be still for a little longer, please. 
Let me walk in the fragrance of your breath
And the shadow of your death;
My footsteps will no longer awaken you,
I promise you.

If I may only remember you for a little while more,
I shall keep a piece of you with me forever, 
Enshrined deep within my heart. 

You never knew how ardently I loved you. 

(Rest in peace, David Bowie.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Someday

79. Listening to the dream

The afternoon is hiding behind the evening sun,
Far away from your eyes and mine.

Where did your feet take you today?
Did you walk down the familiar path or venture down the cobbled walkway,
Tripping over jutting scars,
Scraping your knees on painful memories?

Where lies your purpose?

What dreams do you harbour deep inside the silence of your heart?
Remember your voice,
And mine.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu

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Daily prompt: Interior

77. A love to hope for

I never said it would be easy to love me,
I did say it you’d find it easy to lose me.

This isn’t my apology,
This isn’t me saying I love you,
This isn’t me laying my heart open for you.

Whether you’re coming or going,
Don’t say a word.
It doesn’t matter anymore,
I’m not looking back.
Save your words;
Keep them for another day
For somebody else to hear.

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Hopeful