“choirs of stars appearing…”

Posted on February 21, 2017February 21, 2024 by saynotoclowns Posted in personal, PoetryTagged dying, friendship, gratefulness, Grief

The gifts you leave behind

there are no words for,

this bouquet of memories

leaves a scent of a doorway

to concertina-d time,

where I’d wake in the night

so gently enveloped

by the musical dreams

of a fellow insomniac,

composing your art on piano,

transposing your sight onto canvas,

our hearts

pressed up against the glass in wonder

at our endless sight.

But the only glass that reveals now

is filling

with the ends of sand.

7 thoughts on ““choirs of stars appearing…””

February 22, 2017 at 10:21 am Reply
TheFeatheredSleep says:

♡

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1. February 22, 2017 at 5:25 pm Reply
  saynotoclowns says:
  
  Thanks so much. 💐
  
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  1. February 23, 2017 at 9:17 am Reply
    TheFeatheredSleep says:
    
    You have my support and love always my dear friend – long may you be – held up by us who believe in YOU
    
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    1. February 23, 2017 at 4:20 pm Reply
      saynotoclowns says:
      
      What a kind heart you have, Candice. (The father of a close friend is dying, her family was a big part of my life. It’s happened suddenly. We’re all in that surreal phase right now, you know, that one that doesn’t end…some people call it life or something 😊).
      
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March 9, 2017 at 4:33 pm Reply
yassy says:

Beautifully versed.

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1. March 9, 2017 at 4:40 pm Reply
  saynotoclowns says:
  
  Thanks Yassy, that means a lot!
  
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  1. March 9, 2017 at 5:53 pm Reply
    yassy says:
    
    Welcome 😊👍
    
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