Aubade Rhiannon Culley “As the morning glow proceeds, So begins my goodbye, To the days when as a child, I’d kick the sun across the sky.” See, the world it was our play thing, You and I would pluck a moment, From the grass beneath our window And do with it what we desired most, When we awoke that day. We stayed, Intertwined, In a state of stillness, Hoping the wind would blow less harsh. Now my pillows retain the shape of you, And I am lost in a hearty silence, Comforted only by the bony fingers, Of the mistakes I am yet to make. For now, The day, Is still just quiet, And the world is still just mine. “The sun sets through slats of blinds, On barren walls of white, With projected beams, In steady streams, Like a Xylophone of light.”
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