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Speaking of Melancholy

by Beth K Hannah

Empty out your pockets
Throw out all the money
Chams and talismans
And I will exist in the air
Running through your hands

The ocean still is what
I ache for at midnight
The sunset is still where
I dance
As I daydream of your eyes.

Indebt I am to you
For letting you show me
That my angles can be curves
And my wild fires can
Become fountains of sparks.

I am even more translucent
As you let go of my hand

09/07/2003

Posted on 09/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 09/09/03 at 02:56 AM

The imagery is amazing. And the bits of emotion that is scattered in between, so lovely.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 09/09/03 at 03:09 AM

this is pure beauty... what a tribute, in such an abstract way... blessings...

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