A Shadow

We are creating,
everyday, a place
to lay our heads down.

At night, the wingless
man dreams he can fly;
the woman that he loves

stays sleeping, her body,
a bruised & fallen apple.
The stars, listening

and watching, hear them
breathing, the tender way
their up-turned faces smile

and death becomes a tenuous
shadow in their curtains,
banished by the moonlight.


Melinda said...

Hi Rachel, I found you through Crafty Green Poet, who left a comment for my good friend at Art by Diahn. I love your work...it's beautiful and concise, haunting and joyful. Thanks for sharing!

Rachel Phillips said...

Hello Melinda, thank you and Crafty Green for your comments and support! Thank you for reading!